Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood or the Southern Vampire Mystery series. I am receiving no profit for making this fic, as much as I wish I did.

A/N: Thank you to VampFan4, Ophelia Weasley, DaniD32, WWEchica, and Fairy Skull for all reviewing. I've reached Club Dead for the Sookie Stackhouse novels, so I may start leanin' more towards that story line, but Dallas will definitely get done first.

Instinct

My dreams had changed since my last, with the absence of my succubus self due to her merging with me, I was lonely, cold, and hungry….

I was so hungry…..

It was almost insane. For a few moments there had been a relief, but now it was gone and I was surrounded only by fog. My form as usual nude as ever, my hands clenched so tight as I was floating through the fog, hunting, savaging, and searching for anything to sedate my hunger that blood dripped from them. I wanted to be warm, and full, and happy again. Like a mongrel that had been on the street for too long.

I hated that similarity I was having to some rouged canine, but it was the only thing I could think that suited the situation. I stared at the nails that were in my palm, claws now, not even close to nails. They were meant for violence. My fangs didn't ache, but my body did. It ached and it felt cold and empty.

I felt a groan pull from me as I laid hungry as ever before I slammed onto the ground that the fog covered with a dull thud. I wasn't sure how I was levitating to begin with, but I had been doing so for what felt like hours. And now here I was.

I could barely move, but my lightly pointed ears could hear something. Foot steps, breathing… my small breaths soon accompanied my mind with an interesting scent that made me shiver inside. My dream recognized it for what it was though immediately. Male and Prey. I managed a small smile as I pulled myself to my feet. The succubus came forward, lovingly coaxing my sanity back only to replace it with instinct.

Seduce, screw, eat. I was moving through the fog and a bit of my natural self demanded that I pull on clothes. My hands wandered down to my lean thighs and I sensed my prey immediately. Something catching me off guard though as there were two sides of it. One side felt annoyed, and cautious, I learned, as I was moving closer and the fog supplied me with a tight fit black corset and a pair of sexy black underwear, that this prey did not want Me. It wanted something else.

The other side of it said different though, it was human, and it said it very much wanted me. Underneath it, pounding, writhing, screaming…

Heat pulled in between my thighs making me bite my lip as the hunger came forward again. I urged for that side to come out but the sheer will of my prey grudgingly kept it in place. Something that annoyed myself as it was making my instinct confused. I searched this side and tried to find what it wanted.

The woman appeared in my mind and I had no thoughts as I felt my astral form get taller and my brown hair become blonde. I was hungry god damn it, and while one side of my prey pleased me, if I had to be this other side in order to get what I wanted from the male so be it!

My feet were quiet as I found him in the fog, my breath taken away by the beautiful specimen before me. My instincts were haywire as he glanced at me slowly and we simply stared. Sexual promise was in those eyes. Energy crackled in them and almost sizzled me to the bone. I felt my hunger grow to almost uncontrollable. I would get no energy if it was not pleasant for him too though, or not nearly as filling.

I cursed my own existence for the moment as he rose from his crouched position and pointed at me, "I do not want that form." Was the order, my eyes narrowed and my lips pulled back before I paused and thought of this. The form that felt to be 'me' came seeping back, the fog drifting and taking away the clothing. My mind remaining hazed and my body shaking with the hunger that was moving through me.

"…" We simply stared and though I knew him, his name slipped from my mind as he looked at me for a few moments before looking around at the circle of fog around me. He seemed to have an understanding I felt, that right now he was prey to me. That I was here because I was hungry, and he had plenty of 'food' to offer.

I sensed he understood that this was need and this was hunger. This was my Instinct and it had full reign here, while I myself was so weak I had no choice but to act on it. I felt confusion in the air and lifted my head inhaling deeply to find it with in the musk of this male. Then lowered my head to stare at him quietly once again.

He seemed to be fighting with himself at something before he was moving towards me quickly. His stride had changed from the one I knew to be light and casual, long, and on his own time. This was wild, hurried, and then I felt it. The thing that almost knocked all the air out of me in one shocking realization.

The side that my prey had that wanted me was being allowed control. If only momentarily, it was being allowed to do what it desired. I would not question why, as he was upon me with in moments and I had no time to.

His hand finding the back of my head and his blunt teeth slamming onto my own as my arms were immediately up over his neck. Our teeth banged together, my body ignited immediately and one hand came down groping at my backside, yanking my nude form against his much larger one with out much thought causing a delicious spark to go through me.

I forgot about the hunger as our tongues intertwined, his mouth tasted hot and as my head tilted back with the pressure, full of dominance. His presence demanded such that almost coaxed me into playing a submissive role. But though I was weak in general, I would not go as far as that as my mouth fought back just as ferociously. Soon enough we separated for air but his foot had dreaded behind my ankles and with a yank I had fallen to the ground.

Letting out a snarl of surprise but an odd bubble of delight racing through me I squirmed as his large hands had found my wrists and slammed them down beside my head. He hovered for a moment staring down at me letting me take in his face, his hair no longer it's short self but the medium length it had been before. Light stubble on his chin and his blue eyes holding something akin to amusement and delight.

His mouth then opened and I felt his lips working on my jaw, his still blunt teeth nipping as he gathered both of my wrists in to one of his hands as I continued to struggle, buck, and writhe, hissing and spitting in the mock fight. His mouth once reaching my pulse point sucked and he gave almost a primal level growl against it making me shiver. His chest pressed to my own and I felt my nipples growl hard and erect towards him, my breasts begging to be touched.

His free hand had moved down to my lower back and lifted though, his body between my legs soon enough as he kept my form tight against his own then growled softly into my ear in that evil Swedish he so desperately loved to use, "I hope you're ready little one."

Turning my head I bit down on his ear lightly making him pause and grunt then chuckle softly as his breathing was just as rushed as before. His form pushed against my own and I felt his generous manhood grind against me. A loud groan exited me as that little bit of friction was so damn teasing but loving at the same time. The rush in my mind slowed as his mouth came down onto my collar and then after kissing the line of it and sucking on my other pulse point, his mouth found its way to my right nipple.

The warm, wet, heat of his mouth caused an instant reaction from my already needy form as my hand slipped from his grasp and found it way into his hair. Instinct told me what I should do as I let that hand rub his scalp and stroke at the back of his neck while he used his teeth against my breast causing me to let out a yelp. His hand that held my other hand slowly abandoned its post to rest against my hip as he let my form rest back on the ground cool ground. My heated body thought it felt like ice really, but at the moment I was in an inferno that Dante couldn't even describe.

My hunger for it made it all the more intense as his other hand traced the line of my stomach down to my navel which he gently pressed, his nail tucking into it causing something in my nether regions to spark causing my form to buck lightly. His head moved up from my breast and then began to attend the other one as his hand left my belly button and came to my previously tended breast. Rolling it in his hand I felt the calluses on it making me let out a soft keen. My instinct roared how ever, it wanted more, it wanted something filling, it wanted it Now.

This part of my Prey seemed to notice this, and took all the more time as he deliberately used the one hand on my hip to lift and pull my lower body over his knees so his stomach rested between my legs. His arousal stood proudly against my lower lips making me bit my lip and whimper. An inkling of what my instinct was really feeling. The Viking didn't bother to pay much attention though as he was doing his own exploration of my body.

He had completely abandoned his movement downward only to move to my tattoos, tracing them as they sat on my arms with his fingers. His mouth, his tongue, and then while dragging his warm, wet, tongue up my deltoid to my neck, he bit down. I let out a snarl as he did this and my free hand came and slammed down in his back in the center of his shoulder blades.

The result I got was a grunt before his hands came up and captured mine. For a few moments we grappled as his form continued to emit the feeling of dominance and my own gave off the great feeling that I would not be denied my own.

It was the smile on his face, my mind vaguely recognized, that said I didn't stand a chance how ever. Almost shrieking in his refusal I was soon silenced by his mouth coming onto my own harshly again. My eyes fluttered as I let out a soft moan against his lips as our tongues intertwined. Instinct gave in for now, it would be all right to be on the bottom, if not just this once.

My own will snarled it wouldn't be, but I let out a soft breathy gasp as he ground again so his length if only for a moment pressed against me then away. The mere pressure almost to much as there was something building in my abdomen. His mouth still connected to my own ate up ever-small sound that exited me. Soon we separated again as his large hands lifted me. Moving away from me I blinked as he was crawling down my body. My eyes widened immediately in confusion before I felt hot panting against my nether regions and I opened my mouth.

When his fingers first touched me, all I could manage out was a distant, "Ohn?" My mind having been distracted from the hunger in me now, managed to wonder who makes that sound during sex while my instinct began to throw a bitch fit. It was quieted how ever the when the rough texture of his tongue made my breath hitch, by body arch up, and his hands grasp tightly on my hips as they wiggled lightly with the want to move in the only motion that was at the moment natural to them.

It was then I sensed he began his torture. His tongue lapped, prodded, and licked at me in places that I didn't quite even know I had. My upper body was squirming as all I had found myself able to do was place a hand in his hair and make sounds that were all to dirty that my mind shut itself away though it had to admit it enjoyed it. His lips sucked on me making me cry out and thrash, while his teeth did things to me that you only read in one of those smutty romance novels.

When his fingers accompanied his tongue, stretching me with little to know pain, and distracting me with his ministrations, I knew it was over the moment I felt his lips come onto that little bundle of nerves. I saw white as I cried out, shrieking, clawing, and thrashing as I came violently, his form soon resting over mine and his hands interlaced with mine as I laid panting on the still cool as ever ground.

We stared up for a moment and made eye contact, before he smirked at me as prey and predator felt something close to the same thing. I could feel that I wasn't hungry, but I wasn't full either. His mouth came onto my own and he shifted my body lightly. His tip of his manhood, I could feel slick no doubt with the beginning of his own essence, pressed lightly to my core. I gasped, and he then thrust inside.

We stilled for only a moment as my toes curled and my eyes shut, I knew your first time you're supposed to feel pain, but maybe cause it was a dream, and it was all in the head, I was feeding in his head, that all I felt was bliss. Opening my eyes I looked to see his own were shut before his hands came up and grasped my hips and he pulled backwards, and then thrust forward again.

I almost purred at the feeling, my hips moving to meet him as he held a very slow rate at first, I could feel he was testing. He wasn't sure exactly how to handle the situation, he was a brute by nature and had many women before, but here in this dream realm… what was he supposed to do? He was also getting a little tired. I was getting fuller though with each little thrust he gave. His mouth came down as he began to tend to my neck again and my hands found his neck and back, my nails gentle, or attempting to be as I scraped them downward.

I keened as he gave a sharp thrust and my nails dug in, there was a grunt and he gave another sharp thrust into me making me arch. His form stilled for a moment and I looked up at him as he was staring down at my form. Thinking, deciding. He sat back and soon pulled me up, I grunted as he sat on the back of his thighs and rose a little before he yanked me forward and thrust up inside of me.

Out of surprise I let out a shriek before he looked up at me and paused. Slowly I nodded as I panted before he began to bring my hips to meet his own as his leg and hands kept me elevated. My backside hit against his balls each time he gave a hard thrust causing a wet slapping sound to ring through the air.

I could sense that he liked it, just as he liked the sounds coming from my mouth whether it was a keening or a cry, he liked knowing he did this to me….

And when he touched somewhere deep inside me that made me almost come for a second time, he was all the more gleeful, like a boy making a discovering before he slowly moved me to better angle that spot. Soon the slapping sound was ringing through the air and my body was that blissful inferno as I writhed and thrashed in his grasp. He made odd animalistic grunting sounds with each thrust, groaning now and then when he would slow down his pace and roll his hips causing an odd but delightful friction through me.

I could feel on my own thighs and his the mixing of my arousal making the area slick causing a relief to me. But it was forgotten as he hissed and began to pound through me after one of his momentary posses. My head flung back as I cried out and felt his hands move so they intertwined with my own as I had been placed back on my back in his angling. His form hunched over my own as my body had curled up slightly. His mouth came onto mine as he hit that spot a final time. And the dam that had been holding back that feeling in my lower abdomen broke.

I felt the details of his manhood all the more as my walls clamped down at him as I cried out into his mouth and came once again. His form moving in what was a hurried pace, not stopping and stabbing into my innards again and again before he gave a loud snarl of release against my own throat which I happily drank in. I felt him slowly go soft inside of me, before he pulled out after his seed had been shot deeply with in.

Slowly I watched him fall to my side, panting and covered in sweat before an arm shot out around me and pulled me to him. His head buried into my neck, which he kissed. The hunger was gone and I soon felt back to normal in my dream as he slowly disappeared and darkness crept back in. The fog was gone and I looked up and around feeling an odd loneliness as instinct left and my mind was left to ponder just how great of a control it could have on me if went with out to the point where it would take over again.

I woke up to find myself with in a group of fur pelts and satin sheets. There was a cool form curled around my own I knew to be Eric's and his mouth was buried into my neck, but not biting… He was sucking. So he had already bitten. Slowly I looked over at him and then away, only a little groggy before he pulled away and yanked my only partially clothed form up onto his completely naked lap.

The silence held for a few moments, after all, if you were pretty sure the vampire was very aware you just fed off of HIM sexually in a very, Very, nice wet dream, would you have much to say? Of course he didn't bother with words as an arm had come under me and as my thighs moved against each other in the motion of picking me up I almost gasped in my horror, the sign of the dream all to relevant. Before he moved across the room in the bathroom before setting me down and pointing at me, ordering me to strip down.

I opened my mouth to outright refuse him, embarrassed and ashamed enough of myself simply because of my lack of control that he raised an eyebrow and cut me off stating, "You have nothing I have not already Seen Kylie." This did cause a red blush to come from my face and I slowly pulled my clothing off as it was and watched him grasp them and throw them in the garbage.

Grasping my hand he tugged me into the shower stall with him and cold water immediately cascaded down once he turned it on making me jump. He held no reaction but turned the water to hot slowly before stating, "Has your more basic needs been fulfilled?" Slowly I nodded keeping my head down and felt his gaze on me.

I was no longer hungry, I felt actually, like a million bucks, but emotionally my mind was trying to figure out how to respond. I was confused in what I should do. I had sex with him, but I didn't have sex with him, I knew for him it was like a business arrangement, but for me it was a means to survival. It was a means for survival, but that didn't necessarily make it the correct thing to do, right?

My head hurt just thinking about it and I took the shampoo from him as he handed it to me and stated grasping my chin, making me look up at him, "Relax and get yourself together. If you want, what we did didn't happen."

"But it Did…" I found myself replying, he raised a brow.

"Are you regretting it?" I blinked at this question and then slowly looked at the ground, away from his flaccid phallus and then slowly turned with my back away from him.

"I don't know what I'm feeling about it." He made a sound that was of light frustration and took the shampoo away after I had applied it to my hair. The quiet held for a few more moments before his arms came down and I felt one at my stomach and one around my collar pulling me to his cool body before he rested his head on my shoulder.

"You are what you are." I blinked at this statement as he separated and slowly began to wash the water from my hair, his body pressing close to my own so he could do the same, in a non sexual way my mind sensed as well. We had done what we had to and that was it. It was a cold, harsh fact but my mind was almost all to happy to accept it as that way… but it also hoped we could do more business like that another time. So I decided to change to a different focus point.

"Are YOU okay?" I looked over my shoulder at him as I asked this as water continued to thrum against my head making the suds come down out of it all the more. I saw him pause and slowly look at me with a curious look and he raised an eyebrow.

"…Why?"

"Cause you passed out after."

He chuckled at that and shook his head murmuring very softly, "It will take much more than one romp to affect me Kylie."

"Would it take Many more?" I couldn't stop myself before I asked and he paused for a moment and slowly eyed me before that odd smirk that pisses me off showed it's ugly head.

The quiet held for a few moments before he tilted his head and lowered it so we were eye level, "Why? Looking for this to be a constant thing little one?" His breath almost brought a shiver down my spine. Almost. I was getting good at covering my emotions such as that. I simply shrugged my shoulders and looked back ahead plucking the conditioner from the shower shelf in front of me.

"No." Lie. "Just curious." Another lie. The vampire simply held quietly for a few moments before laughing and I immediately stuck my lip out in a pout as I applied the white liquid to my hair and he leaned forward. A hand placed in front of me against the wall.

"Hrm, don't tell lies, it doesn't suit you."

"Don't chastise, it's hypocritical coming from you." I shot back; he stared for a few moments and then smirked. Shaking his head he sighed as he took a shower hair gel and began to apply it to his head. Once I was done my own cleaning I noticed an almost abandoned bottle of Calvin Klein in a dark corner. I moved to grab it immediately and once in my hand I put a drop on my palm and began to apply it.

"…What are you doing?"

"I like C.K." I replied simply looking over my shoulder at him as I rubbed underneath my chin, he made a face.

"It's a men's bath gel." I now stuck my tongue out at him.

"Good, if you're not bi or gay maybe you'll stay away from me." I looked back ahead and then rubbed it on the back of my neck before letting the water wash it off, the smell of it was always a pleasant one for me, I never knew exactly why. He stared at me as I held the bottle in hand before he snatched it from me and began to put it on himself.

"Actually, it'll simply clarify all the more who you belong to." I twitched and almost threw a fit before seeing him set down the bottle and shoo me out since I was done. My foot made contact with the tiled floor as I grabbed a towel and I paused staring at it quizzically.

What the hell was wrong with me that I was being social with Eric? My mind considered Stockholm Syndrome, but I didn't really feel trust to Eric, nor did I feel affection… well… no, actually. I blinked, I didn't feel affection at all, attraction yes, but I was in a way here on my own will now… well… kinda.

I exited the room only to find the bed had been made, if there was such a thing, and clothing had been set out while we had showered. I moved quietly over to the hoodie and t-shirt and noticed it was my own clothing. Quickly I slipped on the black sports bra and matching underwear that had been with it before yanking on the Metallica t-shirt and black Avenged Sevenfold hoodie. The hip huggers I pulled on after were snug and fit me like a charm before I found a fresh pair of socks as well as a note attached to them.

This clothing was in one of your boxes, you taste is horrendous. Three guesses as to which butler it was from. Shrugging I yanked on the socks and smiled happily wiggling my toes in them before hearing a chuckle. Turning to look over my shoulder at the nude vampire that entered I frowned as he looked me up and down and murmured very simply, "I see Imeal found some of the clothing you Did pack."

"…So sue me, I like me bands." I replied simply with a shrug looking back ahead. There was no reply before I heard ruffling and looked to see him yanking on a pair of black formal pants, and then a belt before continuing with a black skintight tank top. I stared at the back of it that reminded me to much of a sports bra and fought back a chuckle as he hunched lightly. Pulling on a Rolex though I watched him check the time.

"If you have anything you're bringing." He moved slowly across the room and punched a keypad next to the door, "I suggest you go get it, we're leaving in 10 minutes." Staring at him for a moment I decided talking would be wasted and moved quickly out the door, hearing him chuckle as I passed him, "You learn fast."

Rolling my eyes I frowned, he was such an asshole…….

I had a feeling that I would be making good friend with Anubis air while I worked for Eric, because right now I was sitting between himself, and Hanska as he held the window seat staring out quietly. We had only been in the air for 20 minutes so far. And in those 20 minutes, aside from being told not to move around to much by Eric, and for me to stop adjusting the seat handle by Hanska, not one of us had said a word.

Yet I was finding that was just fine, but Hanska decided to break the silence. "So this vampire missing in Texas." I turned my attention to Eric as Hanska spoke, "What's his relation to you? That's two different areas if I'm correct."

"Godrick is twice as old as I am and twice as strong, if he's been kidnapped it could be a danger for any vampire any where." I blinked at this and furrowed my brows at him, tilting my head I opened my mouth before shutting it, he looked down at me anyways, "What?"

"It's more than that." I pointed out softly, I watched something in his eyes flash before he rested his hand on my head, his palm brushed my forehead and I grunted flinching. He yanked his hand away having felt it to before I looked over at Hanska and sighed soon becoming interested in an airline catalogue.

"He's my maker." Was the simple soft reply from Eric, I didn't pay attention as Hanska looked over but I did open up my ears, I felt Eric's eyes on me, "so finding him is very important to me." Now this caught my attention, I looked at him now and smiled lightly. I hated being a 'good person' some times, particularly to someone who didn't deserve it but the empathy I had was biting me in the ass as his worry and concern in the matter flashed through my mind.

Resting a hand on his shoulder, my smile left and I squeezed lightly urging at ease feelings to him, before looking out the window as Hanksa was now staring at me, I ignored him now. Comforting Eric was not something I wanted to do or ever though I would do. But my gut said it was the right thing to do. And I wasn't liking my gut right now, but as it hadn't strayed me wrong before, unlike my mind, I guess it was alright to follow it.

I didn't like him. But I did like fucking him in my dreams apparently. I wanted nothing to do with him, but I couldn't let him feel all to shitty by natural need to comfort. I wanted to be at home, but right now I was on a plane all to willingly, with out much fuss, going to Dallas to help him with what ever way I could in finding his maker.

Looking up at the roof of the plane, I slowly sighed before staring back ahead of me at the seat that stood erect before shutting my eyes. Someone up there is out to get me, I just know it, that or I'm just really really fucked up.

Either way, it seemed I was gonna still help in the situation, and the worse part of it was, my gut was saying being willing throughout the entire thing was in my best interest, I think that was what was bugging me the most.

A/N: Alright! So the Dallas part has finally kicked off! And you guys got your steaminess, let me know what you thought in the usual fashion and I'll hopefully see you all next chapter, Till then!