Song: The Weekend By SZA

I just keep him satisfied through the weekend

You're like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend

Make him lose his mind every weekend

ERIC POV

It was a rare occasion to have an interest in anything. Having a personal interest in a human wasn't something I'd ever been guilty of. As it was, my verdict was simply that she is different, refreshing. Before her the number of women I'd need to use for relief was staggering.

I'm lying comfortably in my plush coffin. My legs are stretched out and crossed at the ankles, I have a full view of the room and all its doors and windows. I'm always alert and in control of my surroundings. I would be a fool not to be. You can never err on the side of caution. You don't live to be a thousand years old by being incompetent.

Aside from the moonlight filtering through the window, the room is completely dark, but I can still see every little detail in it; from the loose thread in the stitching of the midnight blue comforter to the small needle size hole in the wall just above the bathroom door. My eyes miss nothing… Nonetheless, I look away from the sky outside and my gaze falls back to the bed right in front of me. I can't help but enjoy how the moonlight casts a delicate glow on the bronze and baby-smooth skin of the raven-haired girl lying quietly on the bed.

Without looking up right away, Tara greeted me, book in hand. "Good evening, did you have sweet dreams?"

She lifted her face, inviting me to kiss her. It felt natural to oblige her. "I don't dream, but knowing you were only a few feet away made rising better than usual."

She closed the book and set it down as I joined her. She slid over to meet me. "That's sweet." She smiled at me. Her luscious lips, just ripe for the picking, her breasts were simply a work of art, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on them.

I feel as if I am watching myself, all of my actions uncharacteristic of me. Unable to resist, I started running my fingers alongside her smooth cheek. She turned to face me, putting her feet under her. She rested her hand on my knee, giving me a very level stare. I lowered my mouth to her neck, tasting a hint of the sunlight on her skin. Her breathing deepened, her hands hooked around the back of my arms. I lifted from her to see her flushed and starry-eyed.

"The other night, a girl named Cassie swore that you'd promised her the world. All she got was your gracious plenty roughly shoved down her throat. She told me to run, or I would simply be your next victim, nothing more."

"Absurd, Cassie knows her place." And her place was on her knees under my desk. "All I see when I look at them is how ashamed their families would be to see them act as they do. They are just as pleased to be used as a blood donor as to be kicked like livestock."

"I've seen it too." She nodded. I was enjoyably stunned when her reaction to 'donor' and 'livestock' was a simple shake of her head as though she was agreeing that their behavior is disgraceful.

"You're absolutely radiant," I tell her, taking her hand and placing a chaste kiss to her bronzed skin.

"Thank you, Eric" She looked delectable, dressed in nothing but a cotton robe, she gazed, searched my face carefully and she seemed to be studying me, "I'm absolutely starving,"

I gave her a rare but genuine smile. I am all too familiar with that feeling.

"Have you been waiting for me to rise before you have your meal?" I'm still amazed by this beautiful woman beside me. Somehow, she has taken over my every thought and I honestly wouldn't want it any other way. She's both beautiful and absurdly sensual and I find myself having a hard time trying to think straight whenever I'm around her.

"Well, no, but your helper brought everything on my list, but you have no kitchen utensils or cookware."

That idiot Barry, he shall be docked for this infraction, one more idiotic move and he's fired. "Shall we order your meal, or shall we go to the hotel restaurant?" Tara enjoys Cajun and Creole cuisines and her favorite restaurant happens to be located in my favorite hotel.

"I don't want to waste all that fresh food, I have a better idea, let's go." She's sweet and charming, but she also has a playful and adventurous side that I'm starting to see. Being witness to this side of her only intrigues me more. We got dressed for the evening and she entered an address into my GPS before we left my estate.

We arrived at our destination and my Escalade turned into the vast parking lot of Wal-Mart. If I was a human man, I was certain my mouth would be hanging open at that moment. Thankfully I was a master of schooling my expression, giving away nothing.

Nonetheless, the concept of someone of my worth being in Wal-Mart is simply ludicrous, but that is where Tara wanted to go.

"It's 'downright criminal' for you to have a gourmet kitchen that has never had a crumb of food in it," She says to me.

And even though I assured her that I was unlikely to ever find myself with my hands in the utensil drawer, she stayed acutely aware of the silver content. Her concern was endearing, to say the least. As well as her choice of scheme. Everything she selected was black so it would match.

As she puttered around the kitchen putting away the items that I had to argue to pay for. She happily unpackaged the new utensils, dishes, and cookware, putting them into the dishwasher for its maiden voyage. It had never been used either, for the obvious reasons.

"I'll return in just a moment, I will be in my office," I waited for her approval before I left the kitchen.

I didn't want to leave, however, there was one matter that needed my attention. In my office, I logged into Fangtaisa surveillance system. Theft is always an issue with the untrustworthy barmaids Pam chooses to employ. The software was updating and I was forced to wait for it. I listened to the melodic hum of her voice as she sang her way around my kitchen. Something was being diced, chopped and blended. And then finally, the update completed and I was able to get on with the task at hand. I the cameras in my office, hall and parking lot. I was pleased to see Pam behind the bar attentively instructing our newest barback.

The sound of her approaching sparked a playful side in me and I decided at that moment a game of hiding and seek was in order. Well, more like hide and sex. I hid in the closet, wondering, would she look for me there or move on to the next room. The possibilities were endless in my mansion.

"I'm all finished with dinner," Tara leisurely strolled into the room. The smell of fresh fruit, honey and almonds permeated the air. "Nothing beats a muffuletta sandwich and a fruit smoothie."

I watch her curiously gaze around the room to find I am not where I said I would be.

"Eric?" She muttered and then left the room.

My curiosity piqued. So, I followed her, of course, she had no idea I was right behind her. This was too much fun, she strolled down the hall in her form-fitting jeans, I gazed at her magnificent ass, completely mesmerized. The way her hips swayed right in front of my face, with her ass covered only by a thin layer of black fabric taunted my libido. I held myself in check, but just barely.

"Oh, Eric?" The sound of her beautiful laugh filled the hallway.

"Eric Northman!" She entered my den and called out my name again. Her brow crinkled, her voice slightly raised, "Are you hiding from me?" she reached into her pocket and dialed her phone, clever girl. My phone was placed on silent mode, the illumination hidden in the dark pocket of my slacks.

The game was suddenly halted, seems nature called. I remained hidden in the shadows of my den and it was only a moment or so when Tara emerged from the bathroom.

The sight of her made the urge to touch her overwhelming, she was dressed in that little cotton robe. Her mane of black silk, tumbled carelessly down her back as if she had just stumbled out of bed after a night of great sex.

"Eric Vampire Viking Northman," she piped her head to the side, her eyes darting from side to side, seeking, hoping to catch a glimpse of movement; but she will catch none, I am a mastered stealth. Still, I could have sworn she felt my presence in the room, but I could not be absolute. "I'm positive you're being a naughty ass vampire and I won't be any part of it." At the base of her throat, a pulse beat and swelled. I could almost feel the movement of her breathing and I licked my lips reflectively. Her nearness was overwhelming and I was spellbound by her beauty. My cock hardened as my eyes took her in hungrily.

She placed her phone into her purse and pulled out a pocket knife. "I know how to draw you out."

I was perplexed by her comment.

She flicked open the blade extended her wrist and without hesitation, she sliced. She squealed in pain and I let out an audible groan, my fangs extended as her blood pooled from the small wound she created. She looked delectable I was suddenly ravenous when the smell of her blood reached me and I was on her in a fraction of a second.

"You are playing with fire lover," I growled.

"I can see that now" she laughed, low and throaty. Her hands tenderly caressed the expanse of my chest over my tank top, as if exploring a new territory. "Was it the sight or the smell of my blood?" Her innocence was still very much noticeable, but her energy was unmatched, unlike any human I've encountered.

I growled a 'both' into her neck as I lifted her, she wrapped her legs around me while my hands began to caress her legs from her ankles, up to her thighs, finding that she hadn't bothered with wearing anything under her robe. I looked into her eyes and saw they were dark and filled with the same lust I knew mirrored my own. My arm circled her waist, causing her breasts to crush against my chest, as I leaned down and spoke in her ear, in a husky voice that barely sounded like my own. "Don't ever cut yourself again."

She looked so trusting and beautiful at that moment that I just stared at her, committing it to memory. Our mouths crashed together, my cool tongue gained entrance between her warm lips, she kissed me in earnest. It was thrilling. I felt a surge of electricity run up and down my body. I felt as though a current, a charge was coursing through me and if I didn't know better, I'd say I felt as breathless as her. I had to have her now, but I couldn't bring myself to stop the kiss.

When she pulled herself away, for air she smiled, "Why?"

There was no possible way for that kiss to have lasted long enough.

"It's called bloodlust. I was doing my best to…"

"Not fuck me to death?"

"That's one way to put it."

She whispered into my ear, "It doesn't matter. I trust you."

There's no way to explain what that simple statement did to me. It wasn't like I'd ever heard it before, in any tongue. Shaking off the strange sensation it left behind proved to be harder than I thought.

My pants were painfully restraining my raging erection, so I moved to unzip them and get them off me, but a pair of delicate hands stopped me, and I looked up. She smirked at me.

"Here, let me." She purred. With her hands working between us, my belt and pants were open by the time we reached the bed.

Her legs seemed to hold her better as she experimented. She seemed to learn quickly that she really enjoyed grinding back and forth, much to my delight, her legs wrapped around me like a blanket, the significance of that gesture not lost on me. Her mouth was assaulting my neck, and I couldn't wait to return the favor.

I disentangled my mouth from hers and dropped to my knees. The need to taste her was maddening. I put my hands on each one of her knees and looked up at her. Her eyes were clouded with lust, and she was panting.

I slowly kissed, nibbled and sucked every inch of both her legs and feet, sucking on her toes, paying special attention to the skin behind her knees. On my way back to her other leg, I again skipped her heated core and focused my attention on her arm. I knew she was coming undone. Her arousal was palpable and her scent clung heavily to the air around us.

"Spread your legs for me, lover."

She did as she was told and I locked gazes with her, before dipping my head down. As my mouth connected with her moist and warm center, she moaned and her body jerked in reaction. I held her down by her knees, and her hands found the comforter, she twisted the fabric in a tight bunch.

Her taste was incredible, a heavenly nectar that only spurred me on. I licked and nibbled at her swollen lips, I swear her flesh is the best thing I had ever tasted. I could hear her erratic breathing, and soon enough she was chanting my name. It was music to my ears. My tongue penetrated her, making her even more vocal. She was incoherent, just how I wanted.

I doubled my efforts but didn't let her find the release she was desperately seeking. Pretty soon, she was begging and I took mercy on her. My hand crawled up her leg and I inserted, first one, then two fingers inside her, while my mouth was sucking her clit. Her walls had begun clenching around my fingers, so I curled them up and stroke her pleasure spot. She came hard and screaming my name. I didn't stop until I had lapped up all of her juices.

Her body slumped and I gave her a little time to compose herself, while I admired my work.

She is naked. She is beautiful.

More than anything, I loved the way her tight little body felt around me, the way it felt to slide into her…Hot, slick, firm and feeling her breath on me, gasping for more or begging for 'a minute'. If I was human, I'm sure my back would have been bleeding by the way her nails were scratching.

'Eric ooh, right there oh yeah'… Sweeter words were never spoken.

Learning her cues instead of just finishing. I couldn't remember another time that I'd bothered. I couldn't imagine getting bored with her. I've already tried.

Just as she had last night, she snuggled into my side with her leg hooked over mine. She just seemed to like being close to me.

Tara's breathing was slow and even, her heart was beating a hypnotic tempo… And it was ruined by my phone.

"What do you want?"

"Are you with her?"

"Yes. Why?"

"We need to talk."

"She's sleeping."

"Then go to your room."

"I'm already in my room nosey ass."

"You… She's in your resting place?"

"What do we need to talk about, Pam?"

"I was checking the books, something is off and I need another set of eyes."

"Noted."

"You aren't going to talk to me about it."

"Not at the moment. I don't want to wake her."

"You know you could move away from her."

"I'll see you tonight."

I started to text Pam, she needed to check the inventory for the month and have the task completed before I arrive. As I checked some of my emails, Tara stirred. Not hardly awake, she tightened her grip and barely muttered. "She's worried that you're keeping things from her. She'll blame me. Just tell her you like me."

I kissed her forehead, trying to dismiss the suggestion. "What makes you think I like you?"

She snorted, half smiling with her eyes still closed. "Oh yeah, absurd. What was I thinking? I almost forgot I was falling for a vampire."

Falling for? As though I hadn't been speechless enough when she cut her wrist to draw me out… I stared at the top of her head unsure of what to say if there was anything I could say.

It didn't take long, only a minute, maybe two, for Tara to become fully asleep again. As I ruminated over her sleepy confession she shifted little by little. Her trust for me and the idea of her falling for me stirred thoughts unknown to me, her head moved a few inches, leaving a warmth behind to start a new one.

I was lost in her…

From the moment I first saw her I could tell there was something different about her. She stood out. She seemed to glow, like a candle illuminating all the darkness around her. I gravitated towards her and found myself entranced. I couldn't stop myself from seeking her. I wanted… her. That thought shocked me, annoyed me, and excited me, all at the same time. No human had had that effect on me for as long as I can remember. Nobody could have that power over me.