Disclaimer: same as in the first chapters.

A/N: I suppose I should have done this before but it never really crossed my mind. This is rated M for language and sex (none now but there will be some withen the next couple of chapters.). I also apologize for not having this chapter out sooner. I've been getting ready for school to started and my older brother had a car accident and broke his leg so I've had to play nusre maid to him. much to my disgust.

This story is dedicated to Athtor and Ravenfeathers. Thank you for the reviews. I love reviews hint hint

Chapter Three: Old Memories Die Hard.

Eric smiled softly at Jaguar. "It would seem she's perfect. The best yet." He started to circle around the woman looking her over with no shame. She was wearing his trademark color, blue, and was very beautiful. Long dark auburn hair flowed all the way down to the center of her back, a perfectly toned frame. And those eyes. They were what really attracted anyone's attention. Right now they shone lavender with anger.

"Stop circling me goddamnit what were you, some type of raptor in a former life!" He suppressed a chuckle. She was witty too. That was hard to come by. But Eric didn't let his pleasure show on his face as he informed her. "You do not tell me what to do, it is vise versa. I am the master you are the slave."

Her reaction was simply an arched eyebrow and words that typically came out of any new slaves mouth. "I am not a slave, and no one will ever be my master. If you expect me to bow down to you than you might as well kill me now and save me the job of killing myself later."

Okay that wasn't normal. No mortal had ever asked him to kill them so that they wouldn't have to kill themselves. Eric looked at her as if she had grown another head.

Blair's attention however was called to a bundle in a dark corner of the room. As she started to approach the dark bundle Jaguar threw a wave of power at her. Blair whirled around as soon as he had reached for the dark power and looking him in the eyes absorbed the blow that should have knocked her unconscious, with a vicious smile.

Her own negative energy crackled around her as she grabbed the bundle which turned out to be her black leather trench coat, arm stilettos and cell phone. Blair armed herself not looking at the vampires turning her back to them to show them that she wasn't threatened by them.

They might not be able to hurt her by magical means but they could still do a lot of physical damage. Blair new this and was frightened but was very careful to not let even her heart speed up. Sarta had taught her early that a werewolves or a vampires animal instincts take over when they sense fear. Keeping a mask of controlled calm on she leaned against a wall and pushed in an old business partners number.

Fala answered on the third ring. "Hello." The vampiress snapped. Blair grinned evilly once more. "Come now love is that anyway to treat your favorite mortal?" She played with her friend. Fala and her love Moira had ran into the mercenary when she was after a Triste witch.

The witch was the reason her parents were dead and at the time she had been bound and determined to cause the bastard so much pain that he wished he was dead. Oh, yes she had a very sadistic plan for the bastard. She was going to slowly scorch off his skin and then leave him to rot.

The two vampiress however, had gotten to him before she did on that dark abandon hill top. Vampires were known for their hate for witches so she watched and let them cause him a little pain but she finally got tired of their sloppy tactics.

Blair stepped from the shadow not at all afraid of them. "Hello, I have claim on him." she had explained that they were free to help her but that they were sloppy. Fala and Moira both stepped back and watched her heartlessly call to the element fire and scorch him.

Every time he screamed Blair went on unfazed thinking of how much her sister had hurt because of him. How they could never be together again because of him. How they had no family because of this bastard.

After that night the three met regularly to have drinks. Blair caught on quickly that many vampires, witches, and werewolves hated the two. Blair however found she could understand them, and she was the only mortal they tolerated. She had also met Jager. And Gabriel, she saw little of.

She was snapped, out of this little walk down memory lane when she heard Fala's cold laugh on the other end. "And what are you up to dear Blair." Blair informed her that she now belonged to Jaguar's male fledgling Eric, and that this was a werewolves fault.

"Fala, I want a particular redheaded werewolf brought to me here, as to the fact that I can't get out, and I want to hear him scream when I rip out his heart with my bare hands. Make sure he can do that otherwise you and Moira can do as you please with him."

Moira who had picked up the extension to listen snarled. "The beast will feel pain for trying to kill you. I'm just sorry we can't get you out of there" Blair told them that she understood and hung up turning to her 'Master'. Jaguar had left the room and left the two alone and so she glared at Eric.

Eric smiled inwardly at the glare that Blair always seemed to be giving someone. He was concerned about what he was going to do with her however. She had just showed the use of magic by shielding Jaguar's blow.

Sighing softly he sat down behind the desk his father figure had abandoned. He could feel Blair's eyes following his every move as he started to fill out a file on her. He filled in the obvious questions without asking her. Natural hair color: auburn and natural eye color: green.

"Date of Birth?" he asked her not looking up from the paper. "Why the fuck do you want to know?" She snapped. This was something that they would have to work on. She was going to get in serious trouble if she snapped at the wrong vampire.

Eric looked at her from over the desk. "The quicker you answer the quicker you can go back to your room and you'll no longer be in my presence, as it clearly seems to bother you."

"What the fuck do you care if it bothers me?" Eric decided against replying as she was right. He didn't care if his presence was bothering her he however did hate paperwork and wanted to get this over with.

"October 30, 1986." she finally said with a sigh.

"Age?"

"19"

And so went the regular questions for around thirty minutes. Then he asked her the question he really wanted to know. "How is it that you came to be in this position sweet Blair."