Guess who's back?.. I can't heeeeeaaaar you!!! Scream louder, fangirls and fanboys, for Eric the Womanizer is here!

The next few days I was on the edge, fearing a certain vampire might show up again, pulling at my strings. At the same time, I was sure I would not give in to his ways. It just wasn't in my style to bow down to men. And why would I? Yet, three days had passed by quietly with no signs from him and my life went on without a ripple. But, of course, it was merely a calm before the storm.

It came late in the evening, when I was in my night shift. Well, if to be more precise, HE came. I was just making my way between the tables, heading to the bar to put the order down to the chef, when the bar's doors swung open and I felt a gust of cool wind enter the premises. It was a cold evening, I guessed, but as I lifted my eyes, they met a pair of steely bluish ones. My fingers pressed the edge of the bar with incredible force and I took in a shaky breath.

He was wearing jeans with a black T-shirt and a black leather jacket. Well, someone sure loves black color. I sneered and my chocolate brown eyes darkened to an almost black from anger and emotional tension. His lips carved into a smile and he turned to walk towards a table near the window. Well, it just happened to be my table. My table. Damn you, Eric. Really, go to Hell.

I gritted my teeth angrily, considering the option of making him wait and wondering how long would be appropriate. Yet, perhaps, I was lucky today, as I felt Sookie pat my shoulder. She smiled at me and nodded her head, "I'll take him, Lily."

Ohhh. Is that what it means to have a friend? I watched her weave among the tables and in a minute she was already by Eric's booth. I could see only her back and I surely couldn't hear what she was saying, but Eric frowned and his eyes shot a glare at me, his lips smirking. Oh, great. I gritted my teeth again, curling my lips into a snarl. Arrogant sucker.

Sookie seemed to try saying something more to him, but he glared at her much like he did at me and she turned around, shaking her head. I awaited her by the bar impatiently, a bad feeling gnawing at me.

"He wants you," she said, halting beside me. "I think he sat there on purpose. He must have known that side of the bar is yours."

I snorted, "Fucking genius."

Sookie chuckled and shrugged, "Yeah, he's like that."

"Whatever."

"What is Eric doing here?" Meanwhile, Sam came to us, his eyes glancing at the vampire worriedly. "Is he here for you again, Sookie?"

My friend merely glanced away, "Nope, not this time."

"Then, what does he want?" Sam wondered confused and I rolled my eyes.

"And what do all vampires want?" I replied with another question, sarcasm seeping through my voice. "The source of their magical lives and the bringer of their unprecedented powers, going by the code name B-L-O-O-D."

Sam stared at me wide eyed for a moment and then let out a short chuckle while Sookie grinned from ear to ear, waving her hand at me and heading off to serve her own tables. I grinned at Sam and took off as well, grabbing a pitch of beer for the 7th table. I put the beer with a professional smile on my face, ignoring the lustful thoughts in the man's head, as the looming encounter with Eric worried me more. Well, I didn't really worry. I mean, what can he do? Bite me in the middle of the bar? Among all the humans? Definitely not. Glamour me to come outside? Ha. I'd love to see him try.

My train of thoughts ended as my feet finally stopped in their tracks by the table where Eric sat. He smirked at me and his eyes pierced me up and down, as if evaluating my looks once again.

I flashed a wide smile at him, repeating to myself to play it professionally, and said, "Good evening, sir. Please, excuse me for the hold-up. May I take your order now or would you like to look through the menu first?"

His smirk broadened and for a moment he kept quiet, staring me in the eyes. I refused to back down, staring back at his grayish or maybe bluish ones, the smile on my face not wavering even for a second.

"I see you've changed your craft," he finally noted, his eyes still not leaving mine. Damn those vamps for not needing to blink.

"I apologize, sir, but I am not sure I know what you speak of," I replied calmly.

"I'm talking about your never ending talents," he said. "I'm sure "Passion" misses its dancing queen greatly."

I merely smiled even wider, if that was possible, "Yet again, your words elude me, sir. Have you decided on what you'd like to have?"

Eric grinned at me, showing me the tips of his fangs, "How about a little fang service?"

"You should try "Fangtasia", then," I retorted, retaining my professional tone. "I heard there are many volunteers there."

"Ah, such a cute and innocent face, but what a sharp tongue," Eric smirked. "Makes you wonder what else you could do with it."

That was when I finally broke our eye contact, shutting my eyes for a few seconds and trying to keep myself in control. This man was making me burn with so much anger. Ugh, that arrogant little blood sucking piece of-

"This calm life doesn't suit you, Lily. Surely, you can do better than be a waitress in a God-forsaken corner of the world?" Eric continued calmly as ever and I gritted my teeth, pulling myself together. Don't make a scene, Lily, don't make a scene.

"I'm sorry, sir," I was sure my smile was like one from the dental paste ads by now, "but I can not indulge in personal conversations during my working time. Have you decided on your order yet?"

"What if I want a little chat with this cute little waitress?" Eric asked, avoiding my question and I fumed inside once again.

"I'm sorry, that is not on the menu," and I put the menu down on the table. "I will come back later, when you have studied it."

I spun on my heel and fumed off, not even waiting for his answer. Oh, this man made me so mad! I had never met such an impertinent and annoying male in my entire existence… Feeling completely pissed off, I banged my notebook and pen on the bar and Sam glanced up at me surprised.

"You ok, Lily?"

"Oh, I'm just great," I said sarcastically.

"Is Eric giving you trouble?" Sam shifted uncomfortably on his feet and I could feel his confusion over the wish to stay safe or help out a girl in need.

I sighed, "No, he's just misbehaving."

"Eric is always misbehaving," Sookie interfered and I giggled.

She winked at me and retreated back to her tables with the orders in her hands. I turned around as well, heading to my clients and making rounds to make sure everyone was happy. As I went around each of my table, I neared Eric's place slowly. I was sure he was gonna give me trouble again.

Sure enough, as I stopped besides his table, the vampire glanced up at me, his face bearing a hurt expression, "That was rather rude of you, miss waitress, to run off like that."

"Oh, really?" My brows shot up.

"I merely wanted to have a little talk," he replied innocently and I found myself scoffing.

"This is not a counseling center, this is a bar and I'm not your shrink, I'm a waitress," I replied.

"But what if I have problems?" Eric cocked his head to a side curiously. "Isn't it only human of you to hear me out?"

Yeah. Only one problem with that – I'm not even human! Ha, take that, you sucker!

"I'm sorry to break it to you, but I don't have that much humanity left in me," I smiled kindly at him. "So, unless you're suicidal-"

"What if I am?"

"What?"

"Suicidal," Eric leaned towards me, putting his elbows on the table.

"I have never ever heard of a suicidal vampire," I said flatly and Eric chuckled.

"Ah, now you have."

I kept quiet for a short moment and then I leaned forth towards him. His eyes dug in me curiously as I replied, "If that's the case, then let me let you in on one secret."

I made a slight pause to get his attention and then continued in a whisper, "The sun rises at 5:04. Don't be late."

I winked at him and Eric stared at me, his lips slightly agape. I leaned back to my standing position, as he let out a low rumbling chuckle, his eyes trailing up to meet mine.

"Now, may I take your order, oh suicidal sir?"

"Mmm," he mused, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm not sure. What would you recommend, my dear counselor?"

I arched my brow quietly, flashing another thousand dollar smile, "I'm afraid my tastes are quite different from yours, sir."

"Really?" He smirked. "Go on, surprise me."

I must have let out quite an embarrassing sound of grumble for he chuckled, his eyes staring at me amusedly again, waiting for my reply. And what was I gonna say? I like my men warm and breathing?.. U-huh, suuuure. Do note the sarcasm.

"Oh, I know, how about a stake?" I smiled enthusiastically and heard him chuckle again, appreciating my sharp tongue. "Though our other blood craving clients prefer sipping True Blood, O- or O+. I would highly recommend trying it," I kept my unwavering smile, wondering what his real purpose for coming here was.

"And what is yours?"

"Mine? Mine what?" I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Your blood type," Eric smirked, his eyes watching me intently.

I stared at him for a short moment flabbergasted, and then replied honestly, "I have no idea."

He cocked his brow wonderingly and then smiled, "That's not good, not good at all. But I could find out for you any time, just say so."

"No, thanks'," I retorted smugly and tucked a few locks of my brown hair behind my ears. "Now about that order?"

"Hmm, give me an O+, please. Should suffice for my last supper," he replied with a meek expression on his face.

Last supper? I snorted. Well, good riddance, then.

"Would you like it warmed or cold?" I asked instead and regretted it immediately.

"If you'll be the one to warm it," Eric smirked, his eyes drifting down and up my body once again.

"I'll leave that job to the microwave," I grumbled as I spun around again. Just what in the world was he doing here, acting suicidal? And what was I doing, playing his little games?..

Sookie gave me a glance as I shut the microwave with a little bang and pressed the buttons fervently. Here's a hoping he'll push that bottle up his amazingly round and tight as- oh, shit, did I just think that? I banged my forehead with my palm, cursing. No, Lily, no! We do NOT think about hot vampire asses. We just do not. Oh look, I did it again.

I grumbled as the microwave gave a little ping and I took out the bottle of True Blood. I put a napkin on the tray diligently and then put the bottle down. I also took the glass just in case Eric wanted to use one, though usually vampires drank straight from the bottle. I found it highly uncomfortable, but, hey, what do I know?..

Eric glanced at me with a puppy eyed expression as I put the bottle and the glass down, smiling kindly, "Here you are, sir."

"Won't you join me for my last supper?" He inquired, staring up at me and I gave him a sneer.

"As your main course? No, thank you."

"But this may be my very last meal," Eric averted his gaze down to the bottle, his fingers trailing up and down its edge. I gave him a dumbfounded look.

"Eric, you're not suicidal," I finally noted and he smiled at me.

"Ah, you called me by my name," he noticed in an almost touched voice and I sighed.

"You're not suicidal," I repeated.

"How are you so sure?" Eric suddenly smirked at me and I shook my head.

"You are far too arrogant to kill yourself," I replied. "Your pride will be your downfall one day, but not in this way."

He cocked his brow wonderingly, as if he was contemplating my words, and then whispered, "Lily, please, sit."

I gritted my teeth, when he called my name. "I'm working."

"Please, do me the honor of having your company," he asked me in an incredibly polite manner and I narrowed my eyes on him.

"Will you leave me alone if I do?"

He did not answer, just smiled at me with the corners of his mouth and I sighed, taking a quick glance around the bar. Well, I guess I did have a few minutes and my feet hurt quite a bit… I grumbled under my breath for acting like a fool and sat opposite of him, leaning back at the head rest.

"Thank you," he smiled a winner-smile and I let out a short sigh.

"So, what do you want?"

"To talk."

"What about?"

"You."

"Me?" I cocked my brow. "No."

"No?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"And why yes?"

"I asked first," he grinned at me and I watched him take a sip from his bottle.

"Ugh," I shook my head and put my elbow on the table, ramming my jaw with my palm. "I'm not interesting. Let's talk about you instead."

"Ah, but I find you very interesting, very interesting indeed." Eric smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. He doesn't know the half of it.

"For example," he continued, his fingers trailing up and down the bottle line once again. "You don't know your blood type."

"So what?" I asked him surprised and confused. Why the hell would I need that?

He leaned forth, "What if you get hurt?"

Oh, that. I kept quiet for a moment and then scoffed, looking away, "Then I shall bleed to death."

Eric chuckled at my reply and I turned to look at him again, "Unless a vampire walks by and drains me dry before that."

"Mm, I'll be sure to pass by, then," he noted, watching me amusedly. "Your scent is captivating and if your blood is as nearly as delicious…"

"You know what I think," I said suddenly, leaning to him. "I think you vampires are like mosquitoes."

"Mosquitoes?" He cocked his brow.

"Yeah, overgrown huge mosquitoes," I continued, narrowing my eyes on him. "And I hope one day someone will whack you like a bug you are."

His eyes glinted with rage at the insult I threw at him and I shot up from the seat, "Now please, excuse me, I'll be heading back to work."

"You are a very rude little waitress," Eric replied in a dead cold voice that seemed strained to the highest point. "I should report you to the management."

I merely scoffed and returned to my duties, wondering why it was that I could not remain calm when near Eric. He was making me boil with emotions, literally, and it was not healthy. For either of us.

I did not notice when Eric left, but I did find quite a tip on his table. At that moment I had a mental battle with myself as to what I should do with the money. One side of me told me I should just take it. It's Eric's fault for miscalculating, right? Then, another voice was tempting me to simply throw it into the nearest garbage can… Oh, and there was this one more little meek voice too. It kept telling me to go and return the money to Eric… As if I would do that.

I pocketed the tip and cleaned the table, taking away the remaining half of the bottle of blood. Really, he paid for it so much and he didn't even drink it all. Was it that bad?.. I wondered if I should take a sip just for the fun of it… I shrugged and put the bottle in the corner, planning to try it out later.

The bar closed down in a few more hours and I left together with Sookie, not forgetting to take the bottle. I even warmed it up before leaving. Sookie merely gave me a confused glance as she inquired, "What in the world are you gonna do with that bottle?"

I brought the True Blood to my nose to sniff it and replied, "Eric didn't finish it so I thought why waste it? I've never even tried it before. Who knows, it might be good."

"It's blood, Lily," Sookie noted smugly and then halted in the middle of the parking lot. "Did you just say it's Eric's bottle?"

I nodded and lifted the bottle to my lips. I took a good sip and held it in my mouth, tasting the liquid properly.

"Eww," Sookie frowned and shook her head.

"Tastes like… rotten blood," I noted and wrinkled my nose. "I've had better."

"You just had an indirect kiss with Eric," Sookie said and I cocked my brow.

"A what?"

"You touched the bottle that Eric drank from," she explained. "I thought you hated his guts."

"I don't hate his guts," I replied surprised as to how Sookie came to that conclusion. "I think he's real sexy. A stud, that's what they call him these days, right?"

Sookie stared at me disbelievingly, "But…"

"He just makes me really really really mad," I continued. "But I'm not gonna deny he's got the body of a sex god."

"You're flattering me," a deep and almost silky voice said just behind me and I whirled around to see Eric. Oh, my. Twice in a day. Night. Should I feel honored?

"Eric!" Sookie yelped in surprise and I merely rolled my eyes.

"Aww, you've taken a liking to drinking blood," the vampire smirked and I shrugged.

"Want some?"

"I prefer… real blood." He came closer to me, smirking. "Straight from the artery."

"I'm sure if mosquitoes could talk, that is exactly what they'd say to their meals," I noted and brought the bottle to my mouth, taking another sip.

"Lily!" Sookie gasped and Eric laughed, his eyes watching me drink the artificial blood.

"I didn't know humans even drank blood," he finally noted and I shrugged.

"There used to be quite a few tribes in South America and Africa that drank blood during their festivities and coming of age rituals," I said as I headed across the parking lot.

"Really?" Sookie glanced at me amazed.

"Yep. And there was one tribe in South Africa that used to have blood bonds. If a member of the tribe owned their life to another man, they would drink each other's blood and form a so called Blood Pact, meaning their lives were one. They would protect each other to death."

"Wow," Sookie shook her head. "Unbelievable."

"There were also cases where the tribe would offer the blood of their Chief's wife or daughter to an honorable guest, should one deserve this right. It was a huge honor and you could not refuse it for it would mean disgrace to the Chief's family and their entire tribe."

"What… queer traditions," Eric said and his eyes landed on me curiously. "You seem to know a lot about it."

"I read a lot," I shrugged and sipped from the bottle again. "And this is not even real blood. You can think of it as a beverage with an exceptional taste."

"I doubt I could ever do that," Sookie frowned slightly and shook her head. "I'll drink the usual soda, thank you."

I giggled and mounted my bike. I bought it a few weeks ago for transport reasons. Cheaper than a car and suited my needs to go around the town. The distances were not too great and, furthermore, it kept me in shape. Not like I needed it, of course.

"You ride a bike?" Eric arched his brow, watching me get on it.

"Why? You wanna gift me a car?" I mocked and Eric cocked his head to a side wonderingly.

"What model would you like?"

I gave him a look, "It was a joke, Eric. I don't need any gifts from you."

"Why not?"

I rolled my eyes, "I wonder. And what are you doing still here? Have nothing better to do?"

"Why couldn't I be here?" He smirked at me and I shook my head.

"It's a wonder how your club is still hanging on with an owner like you."

"Won't you come visit it once in a while?" Eric's eyes glinted in the dark. "No dancer there can compare to you."

I stared at him a bit smugly and then grinned, "Sorry, that was an once in a lifetime performance!"

And with that I waved goodbye to Sookie and pedaled along the road towards my rented home, thinking that perhaps Eric's visit was not as bad as I had anticipated it to be.