I sighed and banged my head into the wall beside the doors, immediately letting out a groan of pain. What did I do? Oh, for the love of all that's alive… What have I done?.. I banged my head into the wall one more time, this time harder, hoping that the physical pain would dull all my other senses. But that did not happen. My hunger only soared to even higher plains and I moaned, sliding down beside the entrance to my bathroom. While the hot hot sex with the hot hot vampire helped a little, the hunger had already returned blazing like a small inferno somewhere deep within me. What am I supposed to do now?.. Eric will be here any minute and I feel so hungry… Oh, why didn't I take a meal when I could? Yet, my mind and my thoughts all revolved around Eric and even Sookie gave me questioning glances as I kept forgetting things all day.

I gritted my teeth and cursed. I was so hungry, I thought I could eat up a few men, any men. But what was even worse than that, I had sex with Eric! I had sex with that hot lustful vampire and he will be back for more… oh, yes, he will.

"Damn it!" I cursed out aloud. "I promised myself I wouldn't make such a mistake again! Shit, you're one stupid bitch, Lily!"

I got up huffing angrily and started pacing around the room. What's done is done. Now I need a plan. I need to think level-headedly, coolly. Yes, that's right. A plan. I plopped down on the couch in the small living room of the two-room apartment I was renting in Bon Temps. It was nothing much, but it suited my needs. A bedroom, a living room with a TV, a small kitchen and a bathroom. I had no need for the kitchen, actually, but where will you find an apartment without one?

Darn, I'm straying away from the point. And what is the point? Oh right. I've had sex with the hottest vampire ever! Wait, no, that's not it. I was HUNGRY.

"Urgh…" I shook my head and propped my hands on my knees, letting them dangle between my legs. "This is a catastrophe."

I leaned back on the couch and sighed. I knew well how vampires saw sex. You sleep with them once and they think they own you. And now, Eric thought I was his if him calling me "my lover" was any indication of that. It was my biggest problem – the possessiveness. This meant that Eric would watch me and that I had no chance at hooking up with a guy for a late night dinner. Eric would make sure of that. I furrowed my brows in thought. Does that mean I'm not getting any food in this city? Do I have to travel elsewhere just to feed myself? Or should I just go and ditch him? But… but…

"URGH, admit it, Lily!" I screamed in frustration. "You want that sexy piece of dead meat in your bed and that's that!"

"Wow," I heard a cool voice with a slight tint of mock and shot up from my couch, whirling around to see Eric in the middle of the room. "Now that's what I call a confession."

I stared at him baffled. I knew he'd come, but so early…

"So, you want me," Eric smirked and stepped closer.

I rolled my eyes, "No, I was talking about a dead rat in my kitchen cupboard!"

The vampire chuckled and I glanced up at him as his low voice boomed in my small apartment. Not good. So not good. I do want him. Ahhh… those sexy biceps on his arms… those rippling muscles… and the… Ohhhh.

I didn't even notice how I ended up right in front of him, my eyes hazy in lust, my body pressed to his tightly. I felt like a cat in heat and I knew this meant trouble. This was bad, so bad. I was bad.

Eric stared at me surprised as I literally jumped him, my lips finding his mouth and my tongue invading it wildly as my hands rummaged through his soft blonde hair. Oh, I want him so so so much…

"Eric," I gasped as he gripped my hips and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist and I went back to kissing him passionately, my entire body screaming in divine delight, as he flashed stepped to the bedroom, swinging me down on the sheets. My hands roamed around his body and my fingers gripped his member tightly. He moaned and I grinned, my eyes glinting with desires so strong, I doubted even Eric could satisfy them fully…

I was proven wrong.

"I have never met such a passionate woman as you," Eric whispered into my ear, his cold breath tickling my skin, his arms snaking around my waist. Who knew Eric liked cuddling together in bed after a long series of lewd sexual intercourses.

I merely smiled ambiguously at him, my lips pecking his chest slightly. If only he knew… You could say, the hungrier I was, the hornier I became. And I was hungry as hell tonight. I wasn't sure if this was good a thing, but I guessed it was for Eric. He seemed mesmerized by me and I could only hope it would last long enough to mask my true nature. Let him think I'm just one lewd horny woman. A human woman.

I snuggled at him, wondering how long such a relationship could last. Would he understand my need to feed? It is so similar to his own nature, so, perhaps… perhaps, he would. But I knew better than to trust someone with my secret. And I knew perfectly well just how far a vampire's possessiveness could go. They did not like sharing.

"How many lovers have you had, Lily?" Eric tugged a curl of my hair he was playing with and I shifted uncomfortably in his embrace.

"A few."

"A few?" He echoed.

"Hey, I'm not asking with how many women you've slept, am I?" I replied smugly and he chuckled.

"A lot."

"I didn't ask," I grumbled and he chuckled yet again. I guess this all was amusing to him.

In the meantime, I was being tortured by questions how long my satisfied lust would last and keep me from going haywire from the hunger. Darn, I needed a man. A living and breathing man. This relationship could never work, I admitted to myself, only to once again painfully realize I was doomed to spend my entire existence alone. The only being that could last almost as long as me would be a vampire, but being a vampire's lover meant belonging exclusively to him. Meaning, NO other men. Trust me, I've learned that lesson. And, what's even worse, they'd get hooked on my blood as if it was some kind of a drug… I was quite surprised that Eric hadn't drained me dry yet. Though, perhaps, my raging hunger was caused by my loss of blood as well for I wasn't sure how much of it Eric had already taken. That's just one more reason not to date a vampire.

"What about the one you mentioned before?" Eric asked suddenly and I furrowed my brows confused.

"Huh?"

"The mysterious vampire with whom you spent three of the most unforgettable nights in your life," Eric replied and I glanced up at him, sensing mock in his voice. Was he feeling jealous? Competitive?

Eric was staring down at me, his eyes intent and I knew he wanted to know. Darn those vampires.

"What about him?" I played innocent, but it did not work out.

"I find it hard to believe the fool just let you go like that," Eric retorted. "Not with your passion and your… blood."

See… It is a drug. I frowned. Just how old is Eric to be able to resist the sweetness of my blood?

"Is it really that good?" I asked quietly and Eric shifted slightly, his hand brushing my cheek.

"You have no idea," he replied hoarsely and I felt shivers run down my spine. Never before had I sensed him to be as predatory as now.

"How old are you, Eric?" I whispered, wondering if it really was his age that still kept him from tearing my blood vessels apart.

"Over a thousand years," he replied. "Now tell me… what's the story behind that vampire?"

I scoffed. I guess he felt the competition. A thousand years, huh. That's old for a vampire, I suppose. And yet… just a fleeting moment in my own existence. How old can a vampire get before someone stakes him?

"I was bit by a vampire before." I halted to gather my thoughts. I did not know why I was telling him this, but I wanted to be as honest with him as I could. At least, a little. "It was like he went crazy. I thought he was gonna tear me apart…"

"What happened?" Eric asked, his fingers brushing away a few curls of my hair.

"What do you think?" I scoffed and looked up at him. "I staked him."

"You… staked your lover?" He arched his brow, clearly surprised and amused, and I chuckled.

"He was not my lover, silly. It was an accident. He tasted my blood and went bonkers on me."

"He must have been young," Eric whispered. "Even I find it incredibly hard to resist the urge to bite into your neck and suck it all out."

I looked away. Yep. I'm lucky he's old. Or, perhaps, he's the lucky one cause he's not getting staked by me. Yet.

"So, later on, when I met Mircea, I knew I mustn't let him bite me or it will be all over," I continued, frowning a bit at remembrance. "But he couldn't resist it. It's not an entirely good memory, actually."

That was true. Me and Mircea, it was back in 476 BC. I could still remember it as clearly as if it happened just a day ago. All the upheaval, the fall of the Empire. We were at the epicenter of it and it felt like the end of the world. I was attracted to him, mesmerized by him. I fell for his charms and he fell for mine. He was a vampire, I was a succubus. We had sex like crazy, devouring each other hungrily. So much like Eric and me now. Does the history tend to repeat itself? No. I shook my head, oblivious to Eric watching me intently.

"He bit me," I said, looking away, Mircea's face coming to my mind. "He almost drained me dry and I… "

"You could have died," Eric grumbled, pressing me closer to him and I bit my lip, feeling his emotions soar with anger.

Right. Humans die when drained. I, for once, went all crazy and hungry. So hungry…

"What happened?" He asked and I kept quiet just for a moment, webbing up a believable lie.

"He stopped at the right moment," I said. Half true. He did stop. After he'd drained me. And then he stared down at me guiltily, horrified that he had killed me. He looked so truly lost and desperate as he tried feeding his own blood to me to save my life.

"And somehow… I got away. It was almost dawn."

A big fat lie. I went all crazy. My survival instincts kicked in and I completely lost it. When I woke up and finally came to myself, the glorious city of Rome was aflame and the streets were lined with the dead. The stench of burning flesh was horrible and still vividly real in my mind. But the worst of all was that they died by my hand. By my own two hands. Here's a piece of an advice for you. Never anger an ex-goddess. Or try to kill her.

Eric kept quiet and I wondered if he believed me.

"What happened to the vampire?"

"Don't know," I answered. True.

"Never seen him after that," a big, fat lie. "I skipped town, so to say. Who knows, he might still be out there somewhere. I bet he's already forgotten about me."

I chuckled, though Eric merely murmured something incoherent. I did not say that it had been over two thousand years from our first meeting and over eight hundred from our last one. Surely, even a vampire as charming as Mircea was long dead by now. And even if he did survive, I doubted he was still after me. The last time I saw him, we spent a few weeks purely as good friends. I doubted Eric would understand that. I did not understand it, either. I had an inkling Mircea was waiting for me to change my mind and continue as lovers. I could not see how it could have worked out and so I disappeared on him.

Meanwhile, Eric's arms pressed me closer and I leaned back against his chest. Will Eric loose it too and drain me of my blood? Or will I go bonkers of hunger first and kill half of Louisiana? Whichever it is, neither one seems promising.