Serena Duval walked through the beautiful, old, familiar, comforting streets of Paris, going to her favourite stores and maxing out all of her credit cards and eating so much sugar, she'd been burning it off for month. None of it helped. Her mind was still full of Eric fucking Northman. The man her aunt had been so obsessed with before she'd been killed by a group of unknown men. The man her aunt had been in a relationship with. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore that heart-breaking fact. She looked over the river, seeing the boats and tourists. She heard a car horn and turned her head towards it, not actually looking at it though. She knew what it was. Her husband's limo. She felt him watching her and then a strand of diamond's caught her eye.
"Come on Cherie, you're gonna catch your death" he mused and she sighed.
"I don't want to" she refused and he sighed.
"Come on, Serena, please?" he asked and she looked up at him, seeing his pleading look as he held out the diamond bracelet. She got up and climbed into the limo. When they arrived at the estate, she looked at her husband of 6 years; Louis.
"Let's go to the other house" she said and he looked at her and frowned.
"We've been there for weeks, why don't you want to go in there? You love that house" he said and she shrugged.
"I just don't want to. I love the town house too" she said softly and he sighed and nodded, telling his driver to drive back to the Paris main house. Serena walked through the estate and gasped when an arm grabbed her waist, pulling her into a side room. She was pushed against the door and lips crashed onto hers. She wrapped herself around the familiar, strong male body.
"What if we're seen" she panted as he kissed her neck.
"I'll just glamour it away" he muttered.
"Eric" she breathed and he pulled back and looked at her, hungrily.
"Why do you keep doing this to me?" she breathed and he looked at her.
"Because I can't help myself. I tried staying away, you know I did but I couldn't. I can't resist you, Serena" he said softly and honestly and she looked at him.
"I don't expect you to say it back but I have to tell you now before I lose my nerve…I love you" she purred and he looked at her, stunned before she kissed him. He didn't say the words. He couldn't, so he kissed her instead. Serena woke, sitting up and looking at Louis sleeping beside her. She carefully climbed out of the bed, pulling on her robe and walking to the balcony. She looked at the perfect, unobstructed, beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower, sparkling with the inbuilt lights. She knew a lot of French people didn't like the lights but she did. She loved them. She had long ago decided that they added a magical touch to the tower of a night time. She looked around, hating that all of Paris always seemed to be romantic and magical. It never seemed to have a bad day. She went back to the bed and crawled back in and paused when he draped his arm around her waist.
"Are you ok?" he asked softly.
"Yeah" she lied, softly and drifted into a restless sleep.
Eric stood on Bill Compton's doorstep, hearing the voices inside as Pam stood behind him, huffing. He could smell the humans and vampires inside…and Sookie. The door opened and Bill smiled at them and then saw his veins and his smile fell as he stared.
"Pam tells me you wrote a book in which you claim not to be an asshole anymore" he mused, calmly.
"Is this true, Bill?" he asked with a calm smile and Bill smiled softly.
"How far along are you?" he asked and Eric looked at him.
"Oh, about a month" he replied.
"Still only stage one though" he shrugged with a forced grin.
"Bill, who is it?" he heard Sookie ask.
"Come on" Bill said.
"Oh, Perfect. Sookie's here" he heard Pam drawl as they walked in. He looked at Sookie as she run towards him, hugging him and he hugged her back before she saw the veins too.
"No" she breathed.
"I'm still here Sookie" he told her, softly and calmly.
"Need I remind you we have a Christian to kill?" Pam asked and looked at Sookie.
"Give us a minute, Pam" he said.
"What about Willa? We came for Willa" she said and he paused.
"Of course" he said, closing his eyes and calling for her.
Pamela looked around the fire that crackled, burning Fangtasia. She picked up the fire extinguisher and began putting out the fire before looking at Eric, sharing a smile with him.
"Come on, burn 'em. Throw in another one" she heard a man say and looked at the doors with a scowl.
"No more fucking fire" she growled, racing outside, killing the man and throwing the firebomb on him with a smirk before she joined the other's fighting. She looked around when it was over and frowned.
"Eric?" she called, not seeing him.
"What?" Willa asked and she looked at her.
"Where the fuck is Eric?" she asked, looking around as they all started doing the same.
"Eric?" she called, desperately. She heard mushing sound and looked into the human's van and sighed, seeing Eric feeding from a blonde.
"Jesus fucking Christ. You scared the shit outta me" she scowled at him and he looked up at her.
"Well, I had to eat" he shrugged. She followed Willa into the bar, arguing with the petulant little brunette as they tried to get the bar cleaned.
"I don't give a shit. I am not going with you!" Willa refused.
"I would rather die than get in that coffin" she added.
"You will do what your maker tells you" Pam snapped.
"He may be my maker but he sure as fuck didn't raise me. Tara did" Willa said and she paused.
"She was the one who taught me how to feed, how to control my impulses. He left! And then you left her when we needed you most" Willa snapped and she sighed.
"We have bigger problems than your mommy…" she began to argue.
"Enough!" Eric roared and they both jumped and looked at him. Eric sighed and she watched him slump into his 'throne'.
"You're right. I've been a terrible Maker to you. And for that I am truly sorry but I do not regret turning you. I am proud to call you my Progeny" he said.
"Why did you come back for me?" Willa asked.
"Pam and I are gonna kill Sarah Newlin before I meet the True Death" he said.
"You can count me out" Willa refused.
"She was practically your stepmother, Willa. If you have any idea where she might be, I need to know it" he said and she looked at him then Willa.
"I am not going with you…" Willa began.
"Like fuck you aren't" she said.
"…but I will tell you what I know if you release me" Willa said. She watched Eric stand and look at Willa.
"Willa Burrell, I renounce the ties of our blood and my dominion over you as my Progeny. As your Maker, I release you" he said formally and Willa gasped and made a whimpering noise.
"Like being kicked in the cooch by a wallaby in'it?" she commented.
"Sarah has a sister" Willa said.
"Oh no shit, Willa. The whole world knows that. You better know more" he said.
"Her name is Amber. Amber Mills and she's a vampire" Willa added with a slightly smug tone.
"Oh" Eric smirked.
"How the fuck could Sarah Newlin have a vampire sister and the world not know about it?" she asked.
"I don't know but I over-heard her one night on the phone at the Governor's mansion. Sarah was warning her not to call there again or my father would send her to camp" Willa said.
"Any idea where this Amber lives?" Eric asked.
"The call came from a Dallas Area code" Willa answered.
"Good girl" he said and kissed Willa's forehead.
"Ginger!" Eric called and Ginger hurried in and she rolled her eyes.
"Tell the driver we're heading to Dallas. And we'll only be needing two travel coffins" Eric said.
"What? No" Ginger squeaked and hurried over in her heels.
"You just got back and if you walk out that door, I ain't ever gonna see you again, am I?" she asked.
"Sorry" Eric said, absently.
"You're sorry?" Ginger asked when she stopped in front of them.
"I have been your sex slave for 15 years, Eric Northman" she said.
"And we ain't never had sex. Blow job, hand job, nothing" she said.
"Do you know what a sex slave is without the sex?" Ginger asked and she smirked.
"A slave" she said and Eric chuckled.
"Now you are taking me with you to Dallas" she said firmly and they stepped back from her.
"And if you can't fucking take me, then you had better fucking fuck me before you go" she said and she blinked.
"Ginger, I'm diseased" he said, lowly.
"So the fuck am I" Ginger squealed and they looked at her before walking around her and into the parking lot. He kissed Willa's forehead again and then got into the travel coffin and closed his eyes. Eric walked into the party and smiled as the host walked towards him.
"Mr. Northman, welcome and who is this delightful creature?" the man asked, charmingly and he saw Pam actually smile as he kissed her hand.
"My friend, Pamela. Pam, this is Louis Duval, our host" he introduced with a perfect French accent.
"Pleasure" Pam replied and the man smiled.
"The pleasure is all mine. Go, eat, drink, be merry" he laughed and then walked off to greet more guests.
"He's charming in an over-excited, puppy kinda way" she mused.
"He's also one of the richest men in France so be nice" he said and she shrugged and walked off. He looked around at the guests and then caught a sweet scent that was alluring and enticing without being over-the-top. He looked around for the owner and the stilled. A few feet away in a deep purple gown stood the most beautiful woman he'd seen in a long time. Rich dark hair, memorable caramel eyes and olive skin with generous breasts and a tiny, tucked in waist and rose red lips. She was exquisite.
"Who has caught your eye?" Louis Duval mused with a grin.
"Ah there's my wife, the woman I was telling you about" he said and Eric looked around to find Pam, to introduce her.
"Eric, this is Serena. Serena Cherie, this is an old friend of mine; Eric Northman" he said and Eric stilled as did the brunette when they locked eyes.
"Mrs. Duval" he greeted, forcing himself to sound calm and she took his hand and he kissed it.
"Mr. Northman" she breathed and he looked at her and then Louis was called away and he looked at her.
"You're Serena Duval?" he asked and she looked at him.
"And you're the man Louis has been talking about for weeks" she mused and he looked at her.
"This isn't good" he muttered and she looked at him.
"Why do you say that?" she asked with a breathless tone and he felt it straight to his manhood.
"Because now you aren't available for me to ravish" he mused, honestly and she blushed.
"Clearly you don't Louis very well" she said and he looked at her.
"See the blonde he talking to?" she asked without looking back and he looked past her and nodded.
"That's his mistress over the weekend. The redhead over the piano…" she began and he looked with a gape.
"…his mistress during the week or when he's not with me. Our marriage isn't…typical. We have affairs, lovers and that's alright, it works for both us" she purred and he looked at her.
"Are you saying…" he began and she smiled seductively at him.
"West Wing, last set of double doors, end of the hallway" she purred, lowly and he looked at her, suddenly rock hard and ravenous. She winked at him with a seductive look before she walked away, leaving the party. He smirked and went to walk after her when Pam grabbed his arm.
"You aren't actually going to go after her, it could be a trap" she mused and he smirked at her.
"Then I'll be a trapped happy man" he replied and hurried after the brunette, catching her in the room alone and with the dress fluttering to the ground. He groaned and crossed the room, pushing her against the wall and kissing her hungrily. Eric opened his eyes and sighed, hating that he'd very possibly destroyed that passion and heat they'd shared instantly. He felt the travel coffins moving and stayed still, weak and exhausted.
The next night, they travelled to the listed Address of Amber Mills. She rang the doorbell and a woman opened the door and she saw the veins; pronounced and dark like Eric's.
