I'm ready to die and nobody can save me...

Not a bad night, I made 300.00 dollars in tips, all of my coworkers are really cool except for bitter ole Debbie aka Big Red, and all I had to do was clean the bar area. No restroom duties for me here! This bar actually has a clean-up crew that does that stuff.

The test customers and the regulars all seemed please with how I made the drinks tonight, not too strong, not too sweet. That group gave me my first $100.00 in tips. Shortly after 10 PM Andy and Aaron's bros showed up and ordered a ton of drinks and the next $100.00 trickled in like rain. A little after midnight is when I made my easiest $100.00; Eric ordered a True Blood which he did not drink and proceeded to flirt with me while Hadley and I closed the bar.

When 'Bubbles', that's my nickname for Hadley, finished tallying the earnings, she put the cash in the bank bags and handed it to Eric. We talked and walked all the way to our cars. Bubbles, waved goodbye at me as she is rolled out in her white Jeep Wrangler and I proceeded to unlock the cherry red door of my Honda Civic.

That's when I was enveloped by that all too familiar whooshing sound. I braced myself for the brooding vampire, willing myself not to jump; but I did anyway. I had to laugh, I just don't think I'll ever get used to that. I suppose most people would be startled at being abruptly approached in a dark alley, the funny thing is I was half expecting it. I could tell Eric didn't want me to leave.

"Hello Tara," Charlie whispered at me with that sexy, dirty grin plastered across his mouth. He looks just like Eric when he smiles. I was surprised to see him as I had not seen him all night.

"Hello and goodnight," I say to Charlie as I open my car door and toss my purse into the passenger seat. I am done getting hit on by sexy blonde vampires (well for tonight anyway, they can certainly flirt with me all they want tomorrow) besides I know what he wants and there is no way in I'm going to his sex dungeon.

"Before you go, I have something to show you." He said and before I could protest he moved his arm from behind his back and in his hand he held a small camcorder.

I couldn't deny being curious so I moved in closer. He pushed the button and there it was. A nasty ole sex tape. There was a really hot young-looking vampire with dark hair and loads of tattoos talking and walking down the stairs, but I didn't pay attention to what he was saying because he was naked as a jay-bird and he had a really nice body... He's walking into the dungeon; and oh my, my, my...there's Eric! He's also butt ass naked, he and the dark-haired vampire start talking, but again I am not listening, I am looking at Eric's huge...

"Why are you showing me this?" I jerk my eyes away from the screen and muster up the best 'I'm offended' glare at him.

"Keep watching..." was all he said, as he continued to watch eagerly. He seemed hellbent on me watching, so I went ahead and watched Eric's sex tape.

In the distance I can see a woman, she has chocolate brown skin and a very petite body. She is also stark naked and laid across the red satin sheets of the king-sized bed. As the camera got closer I gasped out loud. The woman on the bed looks just like me!

"That's not me!" I hissed at him and he just laughed, irritating the hell out of me.

Now I know why they were acting like that. They all think I'm a porn star!

"It is, you just don't remember, now keep watching. It gets better..."

"Bullshit..." I mumble, still, I can't seem to pull my eyes away from the video.

"Does this remind you of a dream you've had?" Charlie asked while we watched the video, his face was no longer devious, and he had a look of nostalgia instead.

"Did you do this Charlie?" I asked, outraged at such a question, although the answer was yes, there was no way I was going to tell him that.

A few years ago, for several months I had dreams that I was being ravished by two sexy bodied mysterious men. I was never able to remember the faces, nor did I care too because it was just a dream. A very vivid sensual dream...so I thought...

"Yes, I videotaped you, because you asked me too and I am grateful you did."

"Look..." He said firmly and at that moment, the camera zooms in for a close-up of the woman who looks like me. Her skin is beautifully radiant with a soft sheen of sweat; She smiles erotically at the camera as Eric is licking, sucking her dark brown nipples. The dark-haired vampire is going down on her.

"May I have a taste, Tara?" I hear Charlie ask my porn star look-alike from behind the camera.

"No, not one drop," she said and then licked her lips erotically, "this is what happens when you watch a girl get picked on and don't lift a finger to help," Her voice even sounds just like mine, "you get to watch the heroes get the girl."

And then porn star Tara nudges the dark-haired vampire and he moves his head from between her legs, giving Charlie an eyeful. Her sex is glistening as a tiny bit of blood, from the bite on her inner thigh slowly runs down. I hear Charlie groan from behind the camera.

"Who else has seen this?" I hiss at him.

"Only Chris, he was out of town at the time. I wanted him to see what he missed that night; Eric..." He paused for a moment and that sweet look of nostalgia washed over his face again, "nor the vampire in the film have seen it. Why would they after having the real thing?"

"You are so nasty," I growled, "and that is not me!"

"It is you and as sexy as you are, you are not the only reason this tape is special to me." He said, staring off into a faraway place. "Thank you, Tara." He smiled at me and just like that, he disappeared into the shadows of the night.

"That wasn't me!" I shouted out in the empty parking lot.

I was mortified. That was defiantly me. I was wearing the pearl earrings that great-grandma Mae gave to me on my 18th birthday. But why in the hell don't I remember any of that? Did Eric and that other vampire take advantage of me? If they did, you couldn't tell by the video. It looked like I was really, really enjoying myself.

I ran back into the bar, dashing down the hall past the cleaning crew at 3 AM. This is not how I expected my night to end I almost slipped on the wet floors as I swung open Eric's door. I storm into the office, where I knew he would be. Of course, he was not surprised to see me, I am sure he could hear me running like a cheetah, huffing like a rhino from a mile away.

"We made a sex tape?" I shouted breathlessly.

"It was so much more to me than just sex." He spoke in such a simple and decisive tone from behind the desk.

"Why- why did you take away my memories, who was that other guy with us, and why was Charlie videotaping it to show Chris?!" I huffed, I couldn't even look him in the eyes I was so ashamed, I wanted to cry.

"Because of what happened to you before we made love, the way we met was truly out of the ordinary." A wary smile crossed his sexy lips, my body numbed as he approached and I became painfully conscious of why my body reacted towards him the way it does. I turn and leaned against the desk to steady myself.

"You had no right to do that, you took something that belonged to me and that's just not fair."

"I had no choice, that was the terms of your release."

"My release? I don't understand?"

"You were captured and taken as punishment for a crime."

"I committed a crime?"

"You did not, but your would-be maker was charged and sentenced, his punishment was you. If not for my maker, you would have become his vampire against your will and his. Talbot despises women, he would have treated you very badly."

"Is your maker the vampire in the sex tape?"

"Yes, his name was Godric and he met the true death shortly after our encounter, that is why Charlie is so fond of the tape and of you."

"Well, that explains some things, but I still want to know how I and why I was kidnapped and how we ended up in a threesome."

"We will never know why the Ancient Pythoness choose you, beautiful one. Perhaps it was the same reason I wanted you, I begged my father to ask for your pardon. I knew if he asked she just might yield. And she did, there was not a vampire in all seven areas who did not admire or at least respect Godric. Your pardon did come with harsh conditions, and that is why you have no recollection of our night, why I stayed away from you, but you found me...I never believed in fate until now."

"Well, how do you suppose The Ancient Python got her hands on me in the first place?"

"I do not know, the Ancient Ones take who they please, not letting any human laws stand in their way. We all gathered in a very place. I lay witness to you being pulled out of the trunk of a car by your long raven mane and that is when I knew I wanted you to be mine."

"What did I do to make me so irresistible?"

"You did not cry and beg for your life like most humans. Instead, you cursed everyone and took a tire-iron to a vampire's head. You crushed his skull in before they could properly restrain you, I heard it took weeks for Malcolm to recover."

"Serves him right, no one pulls my hair!"

He's eating me with his eyes, his hands are folded around my back, drawing me in closer. as irritated as I was, I wanted to protest, but his embrace comforted me and I became lax in his arms.

"I was witness to how much fight you have in you. And it was not only a fight to survive, but you also seem to have a certain blood-lust, that matches my own. I've not seen a human fight like that since I was a human myself. My Viking Queen Astrid fought like you, she was a warrior until the very end. For if you die in battle, you die with honor, and you Tara are quite divine."

"Thank you...and thank you for helping me that night. I like being alive and if I was to become a vampire, I'd want it to be with someone who wants to be with me." I confessed and he didn't need to say a word, I knew he felt the same. His strong, slightly calloused hands held mine as he stared deep into my eyes, and I sighed "I believe what you said happened and I saw some of it, still I wish I could remember that night."

He waves his other hand in a spiral motion and there is a golden shimmer. Then, out of nowhere, he is holding a ring, the color of amethyst. He hands it to me and I turn it over in my hand, perplexed.

"Slide the ring onto your right index finger and your stolen memories shall be returned."

I quickly place the ring on my finger, in my mind, I see a flash of bright light. I close my eyes and a flood of memories came crashing in like violent waves on the ocean. My mind is back in time, living in my body from three years ago. I was leaving the restaurant after closing up to an empty parking lot and was attacked from behind, quickly everything went black. I woke up in the trunk of a car, tied up and with a splitting headache, and a body full of bite marks. They had stripped me from my blouse, slacks, and shoes; I had nothing on by my bra and panties. I had just finished untying my hands and feet when the car stopped, and then the trunk opened. One of them grabbed my hair and started tugging on me. As I was being yanked, I grabbed the tire iron and bashed the nearest vampire's skull in, his knees buckle and he falls to the ground. I was too angry to be disgusted by the sight of his brains and blood all over me and my weapon.

"I'm not afraid to die!"

I shouted out to the six vampires that surround me, "My favorite song is 'Ready To Die' so fuck all of you and let's get it over with!" Hissing and growling like a cat backed into a corner. I held the bloody tire iron firmly in my hands, daring the next vampire to take a shot. Surprisingly none of them did, and that's when I see Eric and Godric talking to the Ancient Pythoness.

I can't hear what they are saying, but all the vampires around me can. Now a sea of faces, including Charlie's stared back at me with growing interest and curiosity, they are wondering why Godric and Eric are intervening.

"Release her." Was all Pythoness said, and just like that, all the vampires began to leave.

In a matter of seconds, I was alone with Eric and Godric. They both slowly approached me and I dropped the tire iron. Eric lifted me off my feet cradling me in his arms like a father would his child and flew away with me. Eric and his maker Godric took me to their lair, I bathed, they fed me their blood, removing all those disgusting bitemarks. They saved me from becoming a vampire and in return for their good deed, I had the wildest, most amazing sex with them. I suppose the adrenaline rush caused my libido to rise, with that came the need to reiterate the fact that I was still alive. For them it was simple, I reminded them of their past and they wanted to know me better. I took the ring off and I was back in Eric's office. I blushed and blushed some more.

"Where did you get this?" I asked, placing the magical rock back in his palm.

"It belonged to a friend of Godric's her name was Willa Burell."

"Was...has Willa passed too?"

"Yes Willa was half-witch, half vampire, she sacrificed herself, so that my father would not die alone and left me her most valued position.

"I didn't know such a thing could exist, her or her amazing jewel," I commented, I wanted to ask him so much more about his father's death, but I thought it best to let him tell me what he wants too.

"You, Chris and Charlie are biological brothers and vampire brothers."

"Correct. In that order, both times, we had all lost our entire families to war, our wives, children, friends. And we too were on the break of death one night when Godric entered our camp in Tóftir and choose us."

"The world just got a lot more interesting!" I said aloud. Really, there was not much else to say. I tried to imagine what life as a vampire would be like, at the same time I cringed. I didn't understand why death fascinated me so much.

"Tara, did you know that you were the last person my father shared his blood and bed with; his wishes were for you and me to bond. The memory of that night was so special, I too did not want to taint it with any other."

"You mean, you haven't..."

"No I have not, " he whispered.

One thing for is for sure: I am certainly feeling Eric. Despite all the opportunity that came his way he was a one-woman-man who prized genuineness and thoughtful conversation above lipstick and high-heels. He was handsome alright, but inside he was beautiful. It didn't help that he was so modest about it, I'm sure his sweetness made the girls fall for him all the more.

I traced his lip lightly with the tip of my finger it pouts slightly and I have such an urge to bite it, to kiss it. So I grabbed the back of his neck, pull him to my lips and kiss him. My kiss is demanding, I'm growling causing him to whimper in pleasure. My hands have a mind of their own and I'm running them through his hair. This feels so strange; the sensation stretches throughout my whole body. It's overwhelming, yet makes me feel complete. It has no bound nor length nor depth; it's just absolute. It feels as though I'm in a dangerous fire, yet I'm completely safe at the same time. It feels as though someone's given me peace. It feels as though my heart is dancing around my chest; and a hole, I was never aware was there, has been filled. I feel so light like I'm on top of the world yet my heart is constricting and it feels as if there's no oxygen in my lungs. It's strange – frightening even – how you can go from someone being a complete stranger to then being completely infatuated; wondering how it ever was that you were able to live without him because you sure as holy-hell couldn't imagine being without him now.