A/N: Part II of Tara's Blog

Song: Don't Fear the Reaper - By Blue Oyster Cult

All our times have come
Here, but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
(We can be like they are)

Come on baby
(Don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand
(Don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly
(Don't fear the reaper)
Baby, I'm your man

TARA POV

I put my key in the ignition and turned it to start the car.

Oh, shit come on!

My piece of shit won't start and I just bought the car a week ago. I've only driven it back a forth to work, which is less than 10 miles a day. I filled up before I left my motel this morning, so I know it's got plenty of gas. And all the lights are coming on so I know it's not the battery.

So what the fuck could it be?

I stepped out of my car and look under the hood as if I could possibly figure out what's wrong, let alone fix it. I let out a defeated sigh and shove my hand in my pocket, pulling out my cellular.

Out of habit, I call my mom.

Big mistake.

Judging by the slur of her voice she was drunk as a skunk. All she did was tell me how stupid I was for spending all my money on my raggedy car. I shouldn't have called her, she'll never be supportive of anything I do, let alone help me out of a bind.

"Need some help, Miss?" A gruff, masculine voice called out to me from the shadows.

I turned to see who was offering me a helping hand. Oddly, I couldn't make out his face, the way the street light hit the top of his baseball cap cast a shadow, which hid his features.

It seemed almost strategic.

"Just trying to get my hunk of junk to start." I try removing the annoyance out of my tone, attempting to sound friendly.

But when this guy approaches me I quickly change my mind. His smile reeked of wickedness, and something inside told me he held many secrets behind that smile. His cold eyes were almost gray, and he looked at me with an eerie fascination.

"I don't know anything about cars," He glanced fleetingly at the engine of my car and shrugged. "I can give you a lift."

Something about this guy is off.

"Nah, I'm just headed down the road." I took a look around; the parking lot was practically empty, even the drunks and homeless guys that usually loiter around had left.

"It's no problem at all, my car is parked around the back." He was still smiling. It struck me how grotesque that smile was. "Let's go." When he spoke next, his voice had deepened considerably. "It's not safe out here all alone."

This asshole has got to be kidding me. I ain't goin nowhere with him.

"I'll wait here, I need to grab a few things and lock up."

His smile faded somewhat, without disappearing. It simply became...less harmless and slightly more calculating. The look in his eyes matched his expression.

"Sure thing, be right back." He said, smiling his alien smile again.

I fought not to wince.

"Alrighty..."

The guy was weird and my instincts tell me that he's up to no good. I hoped that he didn't come back. I got in my car locked the doors and tried my luck...

Shit..! Nothing...I decided if the creepy guy did come back I'd tell him to fuck off and catch the public transport to the café.

I had flipped open my phone when suddenly I heard the booming sound of glass breaking. It took me a moment to realize it was my window. The shards of glass shattered across my face with force, but I didn't have time to register the pain, before I knew it I was being dragged out of the car...by my hair.

Whoever had a hold of me was very strong! "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed loud, flailing my entire body, fighting to free myself from the grasp. As I fought, he growled like a ferocious animal, scratching me, digging into my flesh cutting me all over with his razor-like claws as he yanked a fist full of my hair and tugged me towards the dark alley. My vision became blurred and I couldn't get a good look at him, but I didn't need too, I knew it was that creepy fucker who pretended to want to help me.

He shoved me with such force, I flew back several feet, and my head crashed hard into the brick building. In less than a second he was on me, pinning me with both hands, his razor-like nails dug deep into my skin. It hurt and I screamed again, "AHHHHHHHHHH..." but it died before it had a chance to let it all out. He opened his mouth wider than humanly possible letting out a guttural snarl. His breath smelled like rotting carcasses, unnaturally, he had hundreds of incisor teeth.

He looked like something out of a nightmare. I reacted on instinct and I kicked him square in the crotch. He let out a whale of a groan and suddenly I heard a whoosh noise and there was a blur rushing towards us.

The blur knocked my attacker across the alley. Now there were two blurs swirling around the alley.

I started to move in the opposite direction of the vortex until; something knocked me back into the wall again. And again, my head slammed, with force against the brick and stone building. I shivered as black waves closed in around me. My vision blurred, I couldn't see and then there was just blackness.

I don't know how much time had passed before I jerked awake violently, reaching out to grab whoever was holding me. I felt like I was floating; I'm rising but nothing is underneath me. I'm being held by a man, his body is solid, muscular and bitterly cold. I breathe in, astonished by his fresh fragrant scent. My vision is still blurred...but I shook it off... I'm able to center a bit and then I see him.

His hair, long, straight and blonde it's blowing beautifully in the wind as he embraced me confidently against his chest. I'm cradled securely against his steady body and strangely... I feel safe.

Wait... I recognize him... I try to concentrate and think coherently. I turn my head as much as I can to get a better view of him, of my surroundings...

It can't be!?

We're flying!

Am I dreaming?

My god...Am I dead?

My head is spinning, white and red lights are whizzing by. My vision was narrowing...I'm having a terrible time focusing. I feel my eyes rolling wildly in my head. Soon, I lost complete control of my limbs and all went black again.

ERIC POV

I got to her just in time.

The demon, Desmond Cataliades had attacked her. Why he chose her will most likely remain unknown, but one thing is certain, he wanted Tara badly.

What he didn't know was I had already claimed her.

I fought the demon and of course, I was victorious, I beat him into submission and then destroyed him.

Unfortunately, he'd already marked Tara. She'd need my blood to survive the night, and a full blood bond to reverse the effects. I scooped up the petite beauty and carried her off.

I decided against returning her to that rundown motel she resides in. She'd recover better, in more hospitable accommodations. As I held the lovely young woman in my arms, it brought to mind the night I reached out to her online.

It has been three months since the day we first spoke. And almost every night after, she and I chatted regularly. We'd exchanged phone numbers and after her shift at the Diner, she'd call me from her motel room. Tara always started our conversations by telling me about her day and then asking me about mine. I'd tell her about my night before since currently, she is unaware that I am a vampire.

Ironically I'd planned on changing that tonight...

As a matter of fact, according to my father Godric, soon, the entire world will know of our existence soon. I am unsure if that is a good or not. I'm certain most humans will be accepting, but for the millions that are not...how shall they react?

When Tara expressed to me that she'd stopped prostituting and found more conventional and less hazardous employment, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I never requested her to stop, I made sure to never pass judgment either. I simply warned her of the dangers that come with that occupation. I've known many vampires who've drained prostitutes and made sure their bodies were never to be found.

She also informed me that she has reconnected with her family and friends in Bon Temps. Again, I never dictated to her what to do, I simply expressed to her what I would do if I was in her place.

Every night I look forward to our exchange, simply because unlike most humans and non-humans, Tara Thornton is truly who she says she is, her blog is proof of that.

I gifted her with dozens of compliments on her single profile picture, beseeching that she provide me with more images of her beauty. She promised she would as soon as she could, but I've yet to receive any. I sent her several pictures of myself and much to my delight she was pleased with my appearance.

I asked her again last night to meet with me and finally, she agreed.

Her acceptance caused my dead heart to feel as if it were beating again, I was excited, a feeling long lost to me.

The night before, she sent me a picture of her piece of metal not worthy of being called a car. In the email, she told me that she'd saved enough money to get her hair and nails styled so she'd appear like she did when she took her profile picture.

If only I'd known that was the reason for her trepidation, I would have employed any stylist she wanted and funded it all.

In fact, I had offered to provide for her on several occasions and each time she flat out refused, even though I'd expressed to her that I'm a man of many resources.

She said my friendship was the most valuable thing I had to offer her.

Her words stirred so many emotions inside of me. I was unable to explain it, and I was unable to recall the last time I felt this way.

She sent me a text saying she'd finished at the salon and we'd meet at the café at 8 pm. As I journeyed down the road to the café, I spotted her car in the empty parking lot of the closed salon, the driver side window of her car was shattered, and her cellular phone lay abandoned on the ground.

The smell of a demon lingered in the air. And then I heard her scream in dismay...

Alas, this was certainly not how I planned our first encounter to transpire.