1907, London

Eleanor felt like she couldn't breathe as she shot up from the ground. She examined her body, seeing that there was dirt all over her dress. Her once white dress was now encased in darkness it seemed. Eleanor glanced around and came face to face with the man she met two nights ago; he was sitting on a grave stone across from her. She backed away from him, stumbling.

"W-What's going on," she asked in fear and flinched when he moved away from his spot on the grave stone towards her. "No! Stay away from me!"

He wrapped his hands around her upper arms, pulling her close as she shouted in fury, "STOP IT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! LET ME GO!"

Eric embraced her in his arms, holding her tightly. "No."

She grunted as she slammed her tiny fists into his chest. "Why?! What did you do to me?!"

"You're a vampire," he told her calmly.

She shook her head as tears came down her face, struggling to get away from him. "N-No…you're lying…you did something to me."

"You can feel it, can't you," he insisted, cupping her face in his hands. "The hunger. The blood. The beating of hearts all around us…"

"You monster," she growled and shot herself away from him, banging her body into another grave stone. She groaned in pain a little and slowly turned around, her fingers traced over the large crack in the stone she made.

"You're stronger for a newborn vampire," Eric commented. "You always were. A black widow amongst insects is what you are, Eleanor."

She froze. "You know my name."

He nodded." I've always known your name."

Eleanor slowly stood to her feet and saw an open grave, noticing that Eric had some dirt on him too. "The grave? Were you and I…in there-"

"Together? Yes, we were, but I didn't want you to wake up while still in the ground. It's quite suffocating as I remember." Eric explained. "You are now my progeny and I am your maker, Eleanor."

"Is that supposed to mean something to me," she snapped angrily.

"Yes," he shot at her. "You are now a vampire-my vampire. You are dead, Eleanor. I gave you my blood when you were near death and slept next to you in that grave. You and I have eternity together. There is no running away now, Eleanor."

"I never ever obey you," she told him confidently. "You killed me, Mr. Northman. There is no spending eternity with you. I will hate you forever."

Eleanor backed away a little as he backed her into a tree, staring into her eyes. Eric crashed his lips onto hers as his hand pulled her hair free from her bun. Her brown curls fell down her back as she moved her lips with his reluctantly.

Why am I kissing this man-this monster?

He pulled away and said against her lips, "We have a bond now that you can't ignore. We will always have a bond, Eleanor."

Eleanor gazed up into his eyes as he continued, "You tasted so pure…"

Eric's lips kissed hers passionately as they fell to the ground with Eric on top of her. Eleanor gasped when she heard the blood rushing through his veins, her fingers curiously trailed over them. Her fangs clicked out in lust and his hand went under her head, lifting it up.

"Do it," he commanded. "You know you want it."

"I'm so…so thirsty," she whimpered and then embedded her new fangs inside of his neck, sucking his delicious blood.

Blood gushed out of her mouth and down her neck as she moaned in delight of how good his blood suddenly tasted. Her finger gripped his blonde hair in her hand as she held him closer. She quickly pulled away when she heard a heartbeat not too far from them and sniffed the air.

Eric kissed her temple and whispered like the devil on her shoulder, "Kill them, Eleanor. Drink their blood. They're nothing to our kind."

Eleanor nodded slowly and Eric felt a gust of wind against his face, seeing that she was gone. He smiled as he heard a man's scream echoing in the empty and dark cemetery before being quickly muffled. He stood up, adjusting his clothes and calmly wiping dirt off his shoulder and thighs. He walked over to where his progeny was as she savaged an innocent life without another thought.

2009, Dallas, Texas

"We have nothing to discuss about, Eric," Eleanor told him coldly.

"Yes, we do, Eleanor, a lot to discuss about actually. Like Dorian."

"No, we don't," she said stubbornly. "You don't get to say anything about Dorian anymore after what you did."

"There was a time when you depended on me…when you loved me," Eric reminded her.

"And now the scales from my eyes have disappeared, Eric," Eleanor replied. "I see you for what you truly are. I know you like the back of my hand."

"Just as I know you," he threw back at her.

"What is there to talk about between us," Eleanor asked curiously. "I didn't come here for you. I did this for Godric. I did it because I love him. Same as you calling me. You knew you shouldn't have and yet you did it for Godric."

"So we agree then…that whatever happens while we're in Texas, it is for Godric?"

"Are you calling a truce?"

"I am."

Eleanor sighed and rubbed her temples and whispered, "Why? Why did you turn me?"

"Why not?"

"No," she retorted. "I don't believe that you did it because you were bored. You already turned Pam and haven't turned another human before. So why me after two years of turning her?! There is something-there's always something that you're keeping from me!"

"I have my secrets and you have yours."

"No," she protested. "Don't give me that same bullshit that you've been giving me for almost ninety years. I deserve to know how you knew me when we met that night. You knew everything."

Eric stared at her impassively as she continued, "After my first kill the night that I was turned, you said that you were my past, present, and future so what do you know?"

"You have your secrets and I have mine, Eleanor."

"Am I one of those secrets?"

"Everything is not as it seems to be," Eric told her cryptically before walking away and going back inside of the house.

After a moment, Eleanor went back inside of the house, more confused than ever since she thought she knew Eric, but then he did and said things that weren't like him…and left her in the dust to figure it out.

She never knew why he turned her, she always thought it was because he was infatuated with her, but then he did things later on in her decades of being a vampire that confused her even more.

Eleanor walked in on Eric speaking with Bill and Isabel talking to Sookie. Sookie came up to her immediately, asking, "How do you know Eric?"

Eleanor couldn't help, but smile at the woman who was very forward. No wonder Dorian loved to tease her. "Do you really want to know?"

Sookie nodded. "Yeah, I do. The way you two act with each other…well, I've never seen anyone stand up to Eric before."

Eleanor smirked. "I've been with him long enough to know when he's lying to me. I know the difference between the truth and bullshit."

"You said that Godric was you maker," Sookie reminded her.

"In a way, he was. He raised me when I rejected Eric after my first year of being a vampire."

Dorian came beside her as he added, "Eric then left her in Godric's care just like Bill did to Jessica, yes?"

"How did you know that?" Sookie asked suspiciously.

"In all good time, Miss Stackhouse," Dorian told her and gulped down his drink.

"Eric is my maker," Eleanor replied to Sookie's earlier question.

"But Godric raised you for…"

"Almost ninety years," she responded. "I cherish Godric as much as Eric does. Finding him is my only priority…and making sure you are safe and not just a pawn in Eric's game."

"What?"

Eleanor said quietly to Sookie, "Eric will anything he can to get Godric back safe and sound even letting innocents die-it doesn't matter to him. He may say that it's not some game to him, but it is when humans are involved. Your vampire and I have something in common and that is we both believe in mainstreaming."

"You don't hate humans like Eric does?"

Eleanor rolled her eyes. "Eric doesn't exactly hate humans. He just thinks their only purpose in life is to be food bags to vampires. He doesn't consider himself human anymore, but I remember that I was human once-we all were humans before being turned. I was turned against my will for an unknown reason that Eric won't tell me. I had a family once, Sookie, so I wouldn't let my guard down when you're Eric, do you understand?"

"Perfectly."

"Good. Dorian and I need to be somewhere tonight. We'll take later, yes?"

Sookie nodded in agreement. "It's nice to know that I'm not the only one Satan's made a deal with."

"He tricked me in better words," Eleanor corrected and looked over to Eric where she locked eyes with him. "Don't worry because I've learned from my mistakes."

It won't happen again.

TBC…

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