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Eric's POV!

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It was boring sitting here, making the humans become enthralled by the sight of a vampire. The day after the Great Revelation, Pam and I opened Fangtasia. This was earlier this week, and already I was bored of entertaining them. I heard her greeting a young girl, too young than should come in. She let her come in, but gave her a bracelet. She had said she was 'curious' about us. This would be interesting, I could feel it. As she came in she observed the bar, then turned her attention to me. I let her look for a minute before turning in her direction. She had already turned away, and headed towards the bar.

I heard as she asked for a soda. Pam walked up on to the stage and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Det är en ung tjej som bara kom in. Isabella Swan, 18, från Forks, Washington. Något är annorlunda med henne," she told me. "Jag rekommenderar att du kallar nenne, att lära sig me rom henne." (There is a young girl that just came in. Isabella Swan, 18, from Forks, Washington. Something is different about her.) (I recommend you summon her, to learn more about her.)

The girl must be interesting. "Vad tror du är annorlunda?" I asked. (What do you think is different?)

"Jag är inte säker, men del är något vi måste ta reda på," she answered. (I'm not sure, but it is something we need to find out.)

I looked over at the girl, aware she was watching our exchange. I lifted my hand and moved two fingers, telling her to come. Though her face looked confused, she came towards me after grabbing her drink. When she was halfway there, a male vampire stepped in her way and grabbed her arm. She looked annoyed.

"Pam," was all I had to say before my child rushed over to the girl's side.

"Let her go. Now." Her voice was calm, but I could feel her anger through our bond. The vampire let her go. "Now apologize."

He did, before he turned and left the bar.

"Thank you," I heard the girl say. Her voice was quiet and sounded shy. Pam shrugged before bringing her to the stage. Pam stood at my side as Isabella stood in front of me. She took a sip of her drink, and a minute later I finally spoke.

"Isabella Swan, 18, from Forks, Washington."

"How do you know that?" she asked.

Pam pointed to her head. "I never forget a pretty face. You're in my vault."

She looked between the both of us. "Do I get to know your names since you know mine?" she asked.

I smirked, barely quickly enough for a human to see. "Why not? I'm Eric, and this is Pam."

"Nice to meet you," she said.

I smirked and let out a small chuckle. "You're entertaining; a rare quality in a breather."

"Thank you."

"Please… sit." I gestured my hand to the chair on my right. I was smiling, but it was sinister. She took another sip of her drink, before looking around. She looked at the pathetic humans throwing themselves towards us.

"So, I hear you are curious of us. What would you like to know?" I asked. I leaned against the arm of my chair, and looked at her.

She looked surprised, but after a minute answered. "You want to answer my questions?"

I smirked a little. "Yes."

"At what cost though?"

I was surprised; most humans don't think that far ahead, just jump at the prospect of having their questions answered not caring about the consequences. "Why would you think I want something in return for simply answering a few questions?" I asked her.

"Isn't that how it usually is? People usually want something back, human or vampire," she answered, her voice careful.

I smirked. "Very wise. You seem beyond your years."

She gave a short laugh. "My mom always joked I was born middle aged and grow older every year."

I raised an eyebrow before putting my mask back on. "In response to your question, I merely want to ask you questions in return."

Her face turned thoughtful. "Okay." I smirked for a second. "Does sunlight burn you?"

Pam and I both chuckled. "Yes. Where do you live?"

She answered quickly. "Bon Temps. I just moved in with my great-aunt and cousin." She paused. "Is there a vampire government?"

That was surprising. "Impressive. Not many would think of that. Yes, we do." I paused. "When did you move?"

"Today." I raised an eyebrow. "Do vampires sleep in coffins?"

I felt my lips twitched up. "Sometimes; we prefer beds." I moved my eyebrows up and down suggestively and gave a stare filled with lust. It worked; I could smell her arousal. I put a large smirk on my face since it worked. "Have you met vampires before?"

Her heart jumped a beat, and she became nervous. "Yes. How long have you been a vampire?"

I grinned. "Over 1100 years," I answered, proud of my age and what I have accomplished. "Who were the vampires you met?"

At this moment, a very dumb vampire stepped onto the stage in front of us. "Would you care to dance?" He held his hand out to Isabella. I growled at him. He retracted it instantly and bowed, obviously knowing who I am.

"I'm sorry, sir." He kept his eyes lowered.

"Eskortera honom ut ur lokalen," I ordered Pam. (Escort him out of the premises.)

She nodded, then grabbed his arm and pulled. He pulled back, being older than Pam. I instantly stood up and had the vampire by his throat, growling at inhuman frequencies. How dare he touch my progeny?! The bar went silent, rapt with their attention on us.

"Don't ever do that again. Touch my progeny, and you will regret it. The human is mine." I looked to the patrons in my bar. "Everyone will do well to remember that."

He let go of the vampire. "Don't come back." The other vampire nodded. "Pam."

She grabbed his arm again, and this time successfully pulled him away. I held out my hand to Isabella, and she took it. "Come." I led her to my office and motioned for her to sit on the couch. I sat beside her. I could hear Pam, who was telling off the vampire, who made her break a finger nail.

"The vampires you met before, who are they?" I asked again.

She took a deep breath as her heart rate sped up a little. "A different breed; they're called Cold Ones."

My fangs extended with a click, and I growled. "You're in contact with Cold Ones?" I growled out. I hated those sparkly mother fuckers. They were nearly uncontrollable when it came to their thirst. They were also far weaker than us, even at the newborn stage. They also caused the whole vampire race to be nearly exposed in the late 1800s with their ridiculous Newborn Wars. Incompetent morons!

Her face showed regret. "No, not anymore. They left me in September. I had been dating the one. He called me a toy after claiming I was his mate. He left me in the woods."

I growled again. "No mate could ever do that to their partner."

She looked hesitant and confused. "What did you mean when you said I was yours?"

My fangs retracted. "It means they won't bother you anymore. Usually blood has already been exchanged though. Would you be willing to do that?" I asked.

A blood exchange. "You have blood?"

I chuckled. "Of course."

"Will it have any other effects?" she wondered.

I smirked. "Smart. You'll have heightened senses, increased strength, increased sex drive," I said the last with a seductive leer and her arousal heightened. I smirked, letting her know I could sense it. "I'll also be able to find you if you are in danger."

Her face lost part of its color and her heart rate sped up when I said danger. My eyes narrowed. "Are you in danger?" I asked. If she were, it may bring some problems to my area, and as Sheriff, I would have to deal with this. It would be nice to have a heads up.

"I-I'm not sure," she replied.

I raised an eyebrow, not believing what she just said. "Not sure?"

She shook her head. "No, you see-" She took a deep breath. "My ex-boyfriend and his family are vampires." I nodded annoyed. I already knew that. "There was a coven of nomads that came through the area we were playing baseball and they heard us. They wanted to join the game. One of them was a tracker." I sat up straighter, as I was interested in hearing about a tracker; they were rare. "He caught my scent and started towards me. The family reacted, which made it his most exciting game ever. They hid me in Phoenix, but he found us and lured me to him using my Mom's voice on a recorded home video. He tried to kill me or turn me but the family came just in time. The one sucked the venom out from where I was bitten."

I growled, then demanded to see it. She held up her wrist and I grabbed it carefully, pulling it closer to examine it. That spot was colder than the rest of her wrist.

"What happened next?" I asked while still rubbing the bite. This seriously pissed me off.

"They killed him, but the girl with him wasn't in Phoenix and they were mates. She's been trying to get to me. The only reason she hasn't is because a pack of..." She stopped there.

I looked at her intently. "A pack of what?" I asked. She remained silent. "A pack of what?" I asked again with more force. I was going to get an answer.

She took a deep breath. "A pack of teenaged werewolves," she whispered.

My eyes hardened; rage coursed through my veins at the mention of werewolves. "Why not the vampires?"

Her hand went to her torso and wrapped around it as tight as it could go. "They left."

My eyes became harder, and my rage went up to nearly uncontrollable. My voice was barely restrained as spoke. "They left you alone and defenseless with a deranged mate after you?"

"Well we hadn't heard from her. Besides, they left because one tried to attack me when I got a paper cut at a birthday part I didn't want."

This didn't calm me, it only made me more outraged. I was ready to lose it. Hunt them down and kill them slowly for making her suffer. The phone rang. I reached for the offending machine; it creaked in my grip. I looked at the Caller ID and saw my maker's name before answering.

"Hello, Godric," I greeted.

"Hello, Eric. What is angering you so much?" he asked me.

"Det är en tjej som kom in i baren ikväll. Hon daterade en kall, som lämnade sitt försvarslösa mot en sinnesrubbad kompis med en vampyr de dödade. Hon måste förlita sig på en flock unga varulvar för skydd." I sneered at the word werewolves. (There is a girl who came into the bar tonight. She dated a Cold One, who left her defenseless against a deranged mate of a vampire they killed. She has to rely on a pack of teenaged werewolves for protection.)

He switched to my native tongue as well, I suppose to help calm me. "Eric, lugna dig. Om de inte kommer in iditt område, har du ingen anledning att skada dem. Du måste se till att hålla huvudet kallt. En vampyr är aldrig i händerna på sina känslor, han dominerar dem." (Eric, calm yourself. Unless they come into your area, you have no reason to harm them. You must keep a clear head. A vampire is never at the mercy of his emotions; he dominates them.)

He repeated the phrase he first told me years ago. I knew he was right, but right now it made me annoyed. I knew he could sense it, as he sighed.

"Du hittar det irriterande om du vill, men du måste se till att hålla en lugn huvud, min son. Du vill inte bli onödigt involverad i kalla dem," Godric told me. (You can find it annoying if you wish, but you must be sure to keep a calm head, my son. You do not wish to get unnecessarily involved with Cold Ones.)

"Det är inte i onödan. Jag tror att människor är kanske min kompis," I informed my maker. (It isn't unnecessarily. I believe the human is possibly my mate.)

All I heard was silence for a full minute. "Är du säker?" (Are you sure?)

"Jag är mest säker. Jag ska tareda senare helt. Jag ska låta dig veta." (I'm mostly sure. I'll find out later completely. I'll let you know.)

He sighed. "Mycket bra. Jag ska tala med dig senare. Hej då." (Very well. I will speak to you later. Goodbye.)

"Hej då." (Goodbye.)

With that, we hung up. I stared at Isabella as I put my thoughts together. Though I knew Godric was right, I didn't want to stay put and do nothing. I wanted to hunt down the Cold Ones and end them. I could protect her better if she had my blood.

"Are you willing to perform a blood exchange?"

She thought before answering. "Yes."

"I should also let you know I'll be able to feel your emotions." I told her.

Her body tensed. "All the time?" she asked.

I smirked back, amused at her reaction. "Yes."

She sighed. "Okay."

I smiled. "Very well." I moved until my back was against the arm of the couch. "It will be easier and more comfortable if you lean against me, your back to my chest." What I didn't tell her is the erotic effects it would produce. She moved into the position I requested. I quite liked the feeling of her in my arms.

I tilted her neck to the left for better access and licked her neck and let my fangs graze the area where I licked. I smelled her arousal, which made excited. I bit into her neck and started sucking her blood. It was like freesias and oranges. She moaned in pleasure. When I finished, I leaned my head back against the wall and moaned in pleasure. Hers was the best blood I've ever tasted.

I moved my right arm and bit into my wrist. I put it in front of her face, the blood dripping down my wrist. I pressed my wrist to her mouth. "Drink," I ordered her. She obeyed and started drinking the blood. I moaned; this was feeling amazing. I felt myself becoming more aroused by the second. She drank until I told her to stop and pulled my arm away.

"You have an amazing taste, Isabella," I complimented her. "The best I've ever had I believe." I was still feeling the amazing taste of her blood on my tongue.

"Thank you," she said. "That's a high compliment coming from an 1100 year old vampire." We both smiled. "Yours is good too. Usually blood makes me sick." After she said that, I started laughing hard. That was just too funny; blood made her sick and she may be my mate, which means I would eventually turn her. Once I calmed some, she continued. "Plus, it's just Bella, not Isabella."

I smirked. "Very well, Bella."

She took a sip of her drink. "What about where you bit me? Will it heal?"

I rolled my eyes. "It already has because of my blood."

She blushed. "Oh, okay."

Her eyes started roaming around, landing on the clock, when her eyes widened in surprise. "It's already past midnight?!" she shrieked. This amused me. "Do you know what I can say to my aunt and cousin as to why I've been out so late?" she asked me as she pulled out her phone and looked at it.

"Do you feel like driving back to Bon Temps?"

"Not really," she answered.

"Then say you lost track of time and are too tired to drive back so you'll stay at a hotel tonight. There are some stores open all night for vampires," I offered.

"How do I know if I have something from one of those stores though? More important, what hotel?" she asked.

I smirked. "I'll make sure you have at least one bag from one of the stores. The hotel would be my house." I looked at her seductively, and then smelled her arousal. I smirked, pleased at this reaction.

She blushed and took deep breaths. She dialed a number and an old woman answered after a few rings. Bella was nervous, but she was able to place the call successfully. I nodded my head in encouragement once when she needed it. As soon as she hung up, I smirked at her, amused. I also called Pam through our telepathic link.

"What are you nervous for? Afraid she would say no?" I managed to suppress my laughter, but barely.

"No." She rolled her eyes. "I'm a terrible liar." I chuckled at this.

The door opened and Pam walked in. "You rang?" She put her hands on her hips, giving me a bit of an attitude. I raised an eyebrow at her, hoping she would take the hint. She didn't, and instead told me to 'get over it' telepathically.

I sighed; I had to turn the one who was disobedient quite often, though very loyal. "Go to the mall and get a few things for Bella so her aunt and cousin will believe the story we gave. Bring them to my house." She nodded.

I turned back to Bella. "Are you tired yet?"

"A little." She paused. "If she goes to the mall and shops for me, then it will be unbelievable. I don't have expensive taste, or the money to pay for a lot of it if I did."

I rolled my eyes. "You aren't paying for it, I am. Think of it as a gift."

"I don't like gifts, especially expensive ones," she replied. Pam and I stared at her surprised.

"How can you say that?" Pam asked.

"The same way I can say I don't like shopping."

Her jaw dropped. "Don't like shopping? How can you not like shopping?"

I sympathized with Bella on that. After one shopping expedition with Pam, I never want to go again. That was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life.

Bella shrugged. "I never have."

We were both surprised; I was surprised because most females loved shopping..

"You are one odd human," commented Pam. She walked over to my desk, picked up a piece of paper, and wrote something down. She walked over to Bella. "Write down your sizes." She did and gave it back. Pam set the pen down and walked out.

Once Pam left, I looked back at Bella. "Would you like to leave now?" I asked Bella.

She nodded. "Yes, please."

I smirked before standing and opening the office door. I went into the hall and opened the door to the bar. I looked over to the bar to see the person I was looking for was at his post.

"Longshadow," I called him.

I went back into the office and sat beside Bella. A moment later, he came in and closed the door.

"Yes?" he asked.

"I'm going to be leaving for the night, and Pam went shopping. Will you be okay to close up later?" I asked him.

"Yeah, it won't be a problem," he answered back.

I nodded and Longshadow left quickly, taking Bella's empty glass with him. I stood up and held my hand out for Bella to take, which she did. I led her out of the office, locking it behind me, and out the back door.

"Where are you parked?" I asked her as we rounded the corner to the parking lot.

She started walking to my car while pulling the keys out. When she arrived, she unlocked the driver's side and opened the door. She started to climb in, but I picked her up, pressed the unlock button, and had her in the passenger's seat in a couple of seconds. I rushed back to the driver's seat and started the car.

"Buckle up," I told her.

She complied, then a look of realization crossed her face. "Can we continue the questions, I ask you, and then you ask me?" she asked.

I smirked. "Sure."

She smiled happily. "Okay. Everyone seems to act as though you're a threat." I raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "Are you their leader or something?"

I chuckled. "Observant. Yes, I am the Sheriff of Area 5, which is most of Northern Louisiana."

She looked confused. "Sheriff? Like a cop?"

I chuckled. "My turn."

"No." I looked at her in disbelief. Did she really just tell me no? "You asked me many questions in a row earlier and I had to explain my whole story."

My lips tightened, fangs threatening to pop out, and my grip on the steering wheel became stronger. I almost always got my way, the exceptions being Godric and Pam. "Fine. Yes, it's kind of like a cop. As Vampire Sheriff, it is my duty to keep the vampires in my area under control. I also… take care of the humans that commit crimes against vampires, and I punish the vampires who break one of our laws. I can either let a new vampire stay in my area or make them leave."

"Cool."

I chuckled. "Cool?" she blushed. "Okay, my turn." Finally; I turned serious. "Why did you come to Fangtasia?"

She blushed and sank into her seat. "I was curious."

I looked at her intently, knowing that wasn't the whole reason, and I expected her to tell me.

She sighed. "I had a dream of you on the throne before I came to Louisiana."

I put the car to a stop and rolled the window down to enter a code on a keypad. A gate opened in front of us and I pulled through to go down the long driveway. At the end was my large Victorian style mansion. I stopped in front of the stairs before turning to Bella and staring at her.

"You had a dream about me in Fangtasia before you left Washington?"

"Before I heard of Fangtasia. I looked it up."

"When was this?" I asked curiously.

"On Thursday I think. It was the night vampires showed themselves."

I stared for a minute longer before opening the door and getting out. I quickly opened her door. When she got out, I closed the door and pushed her against it. I leaned my head down and I kissed her. It was electrifying and I knew in that moment if my hunch was right. She is my soul mate. I broke away so I could breathe and led her inside. I led her to the couch in the living room, which was a cream color. I sat down and put her on my lap, continuing the kisses. I could feel her skin heat up and could smell her arousal, which heightened mine. Her breathing became erratic. I repositioned us so she was lying on the couch and I was hovering over her.

Her back arched up to meet my body. I moved my hand underneath her body and glided under her shirt before running it up and down her back. She spoke up then.

"Wait," she said barely above a whisper. Her voice was raspy with want and need.

"What?" I grumbled out, I kept kissing her neck.

"I-" she took a deep breath. "I've never done this before."