A/N: Part III of 'Tara's Blog'

Song: Crimson and Clover by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

Now I don't hardly know her

But I think I could love her

Crimson and clover

ERIC POV

Friday Night

A sliver moonlight filtered through the windows, spilling into the shadows that surrounded me, it was a cloudless night and the sky was freckled with stars. Even though the light from the hall did not reach her, the silver-blue light of the moon shone through the windows, bathing her in the cool light of the night.

The wood-fire, blazing in the ample fireplace, sent its warmth and light far out into the room, flashing red reflections in the curiously twisted bars of the brass bedstead. The dim lights blinked, casting a crepuscular glow within the room.

The sheets twisted around her lovely nude body, much of her form was uncovered. My eyes raked over her form, and I could feel my own body becoming warmer in appreciation. Her hair is a rich shade of onyx. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, mahogany-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes fluttering against high cheekbones. A straight nose, and kissable full crimson lips- she seemed the picture of perfection.

I cursed the gods for making her skin so beautiful. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled sweetly at me. Her eyes sparkling like stars flaunted in the night sky and my entire world sighed with contentment.

"Eric Northman, this is the worst first date ever." Her large dazzling doe eyes shimmered like opalescent lilies in the palace of celestial maidens. The girl was stunningly gorgeous, like a painting of a goddess brought to life.

"Then I shall make it up to you." I am in awe of her. There was something different about Tara, something unproven inside of her, and I'm intrigued by it.

"What happened to me tonight?"

She isn't anything like the women I'm accustomed to, her innocence was not feigned, nor was her appreciation.

"You were attacked by a demon, a very old and powerful one."

I made myself comfortable, extending out across the bed. I didn't know why I was so drawn to her, something about her called out to me.

"You mean to tell me the thing that attacked me was a demon?" She sits up, modestly tucking the sheets securely under her arms.

"Yes, his name was Desmond Cataliades, I met him in 1972, in a mutual business endeavor….And tonight, I destroyed him."

"Thank you, Eric." Her smile humble and sincere. "In the 70's…" her expression stirred in confusion, "but that would make you…you can't be…what are you Eric?"

"I am a vampire."

"A vampire! She exclaimed knowingly. "So vampires and demons are real!" She nodded in self-conformation. It seems Tara had wisdom well beyond her years.

"Among other supernatural beings and entities," I answer in all honesty.

"Well, slap me silly and call me Susie; I knew it!" Tara breathed. "I thought you were 25 - 30 max... but now…how old are you really?"

I prop myself up with my elbows, meeting her lovely gaze. "I am thousand years old. I was born in what is now called Sweden, as a human, I was a Viking and at the age of 27 I was killed in battle and made a vampire."

"Do you drink blood, like the books say?" She asks, apprising me with curiosity, I sensed no signs of fear. I took it as a great compliment that she would be so unguarded with me.

"Yes, blood and darkness are a part of life for a vampire."

As an afterthought, she was putting it all together, realizing, we never chatted online during the daytime hours.

"Do you have to hurt or kill people to get the blood?"

"Absolutely not… something like that happens when a newly turned vampire is not taught properly by their maker. I know how to feed so the experience is enjoyable for both parties involved."

She tilted her head to the side, pondering, like Eve so quick to eat from the tree of knowledge. Suddenly, she doubled over, clenching her stomach, groaning in agony. I could hear her heartbeat accelerate and beat erratically.

"What's happening to me?" Tara grimaced in distress.

"The demon has a hold on you."

"But I thought you killed him." She cried in anguish, beads of sweat pooled on her forehead and ran down the side of her face, over her temples, into her neck.

"Tara," Hoping to make her more comfortable, I place another pillow under her head, gently pushing her shoulders, until her head is resting on the pillow beneath her. "If I don't give you more of my blood, his blood will overpower and infect you. You will become possessed. Once that happens there will be nothing I can do."

"I don't understand?" Her face contorted as she fought the overpowering demonic energy that was beginning to fill her mind and invade her body, ultimately destroying her essence.

"Although his physical form is destroyed he is an eternal entity. Soon you will become his slave, what humans call, zombies, you will have no control over your actions, bidding his evil command."

"What will happen to me if I have your blood for the second time, will I become your zombie?" She whimpered helplessly and I kneeled down beside her, taking her hand in mine for comfort.

"You will not, nor will you become possessed. You shall have control over all of your actions," I paused a moment, choosing my next words carefully. Although she was wary, her curious appraisal remains unwavering. "However, there are slight adverse effects."

"Like what?" Her voice trembled, she shivered, and her rolling eyes swooped back and forth, finally landing back in my direction.

"Vampire blood is very addictive. You will develop strong sexual feelings for me; I may appear constantly and vividly in your dreams. I shall know of your whereabouts at all times, and your strength and libido will slightly increase."

"Damn, that's some freaky shit." Her voiced cracked, she was shivering profusely now, the demons hold was strong but she fought the possession with all her might, and then she faded out again.

TARA POV

Sunday Night

This was a dreamless sleep. The first I'd had in months. I had none of the familiar shards of long-buried memory tormenting me so that I woke up sweating and ready to vomit.

Surprisingly, when I woke up I felt good. This made no sense considering I'd been tossed like a trailer-home in a tornado.

I take a moment to engage with my surroundings.

Where am I?

How did I end up in this beautifully decorated, enormous sized room?

I sit up from the plush pillow and pull the lavish, crimson bedspread from my body. I gasp, I'm naked as the day I was born. On the chair next to the nightstand are my clothes neatly folded, my cellular phone placed on the top, on the floor are my tennis shoes. I reach over and grab my cellular to check for missed calls…there were none…

That was a second thought, what threw me off was the date.

According to my phone, I've been knocked out for two days. I let out a deep sigh, I've been missing for two days and no one has called me.

I get up and begin getting dressed. I get my panties and bra on when I hear someone in the hall nearing the room. I didn't know what to do, so I decide to play dead and jump back in the bed.

"Don't be afraid Tara." The voice softly murmured. "I won't harm you."

I knew that voice. It's my online friend, Eric Northman! He must be the one who helped me…this must be his house…

My eyes instantly sprung open and there he stood, directly over me. I felt like all the air had been drawn from my lungs and I was unable to breathe. I had to force my lungs to breath. My goodness, Eric is not merely good-looking – His face is like an angel, perfect, defined, with striking chiseled features, his eyes piercing blue. He's the epitome of male beauty, breathtaking, and tall, his muscles rippled under his pallid skin. What I liked most was his blue eyes, they reminded me of blue waters. They almost seemed to be green when the flames of the fireplace light, hit them just right. His jaw was strong and his eyebrows were strikingly handsome. His lips were slightly smiling as I stared at them.

"I'd love to bite that lip of yours." His slight smile turned into a full-blown smirk. So sexy...

Oh… I'm completely unaware that I'm chewing my bottom lip.

"I bet you would." I blush, my mouth parted slightly as I gasp and swallow at the same time. Eric moves closer, sitting on the bed next to me he leans forward, his gaze heated and intense.

I'm not sure why, but I place my hand on his chest, straightaway something bizarre happens. Visions of what happened to me the other night appear in my minds- eye, but it's as if I'm looking through his eyes.

He descends from the sky, into the parking lot, next to my car, appraising the scene. My screams draw him to the nearby alley where the monster has me in his stranglehold. Eric savagely rips him limb by limb with supernatural strength. When the creatures, the neck is snapped, it emits a laser beam of blue light that shoots from his eyes and mouth as his mangled body collapses to the ground and melts into a primordial goo. Eric's defensive wounds on his hands heal almost immediately after. He picks up my badly injured body and ascends high above the city. We land on the upper balcony of his immense mansion, where he places me on this very bed. He bites into his wrist with his fangs and feeds me his blood. I watch in amazement as all the abrasions the monster inflicted on me heal, just as Eric's did in the alley. We undress and lay next to each other talking until daylight forces Eric to a coffin. Abruptly, I see many other images, some are unsettling and I'm intertwined with dark and daunting emotions, which leave me wary. And suddenly the visions and feelings vanished, and I realized it was because I'd removed my hands from his chest.

He looks positively stunned.

I'm sure I did too…

"I am in awe of you Tara." He rasped, his expression soft, his endless blue eyes wide, the way he looked at me with such longing, desire…love…It was something I'd never seen before. His peaceful face gazing at me, with such childlike wonderment. The infernos in his eyes danced, drawing me in. But I'm no fool, I know Eric is every bit the predator.

"Am I turning into a demon-possessed zombie?"

"Once we bond, his hold on you will be broken."

I nodded in reply, my mouth suddenly dry, and words deserted me. He leans down and kisses my lips gently sucking on my lower lip. At that moment I wasn't aware of anything but the feel, taste, sound, touch, and scent of Eric Northman.