Author's Note: I don't own Tru Blood. I also should mention I don't own 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' even though I'll probably be referencing it a lot. All I own is Lydia.
WWEchica: I totally agree. If I saw Eric on the street I'd probably go crazy, rip my clothes off, and tackle his sexy sexy ass :D Have you seen the Fangtastia calender shot yet? Holy cow!
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There was a book in her hands.
The world was blurry, colors bright. She felt like she was under water.
Flipping it over, she saw the crinkled cover of her latest passion, "The Picture of Dorian Gray". With a smile she softly caressed it, then opened it to one of the first few pages. All the words seemed to blur and fade under her gaze...except for one sentence: 'I had a strange feeling that Fate had in store for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrows.'
A wave of confusion swept over her and the words made no real sense anymore.
"Open your eyes."
There was that voice again, calling out to her from the haze...she softly smiled...
Slowly, Lydia began to wake up. Stretching her arms out, she reached for her cellphone on the bedside table...only to realize three things:
1. She ached everywhere, from her head to her toes.
2. She was on a leather couch, not her bed.
and 3. She had just put her hand on someones leg.
Her eyes popped open as she yanked her hand back quickly and stumbled into a sitting position on the couch. In front of her sat the familiar blonde vampire with a smirk on his face. Slowly she began to remember what had happened before she'd gone unconscious. Sitting up straighter, Lydia asked with a glare, "Where is Stacy?"
His smirk never wavered as he softly and simply answered. "At home."
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath as she began to piece together the rest of the nights events...the other vampire, the pain, and...the memory...Lydia slowly opened her eyes again and looked at the man in front of her. "Who are you?" She whispered curiously.
His cool demeanor changed, and he was staring at her intensely. Leaning forward, with a look that bordered on curiosity, he replied. "You tell me."
Lydia stared him straight in the eyes. "You glamoured me didn't you?" She couldn't keep the shock out her voice. "That's why you seemed so familiar! Your voice, the dreams, the...the church!" Now her eyes were wide, her mouth was a perfect 'O', and she was staring at the stranger like he'd grown an extra head. All of this was just too weird. It was so surreal; it was like something...something out of a book. "Oh great. They always say 'be careful what you wish for'. Ugh!" Lydia thought to herself and bit back a groan of frustration.
"This is a very curious situation." The voice of the stranger pulled her back from her thoughts. He was looking at her deeply, studying her like a painting. Lydia fidgeted uncomfortably.
Trying to push through the awkwardness, Lydia asked the first thing that came to her head. "What's your name?"
He paused, looked at her strangely, then answered. "Eric."
"Eric..." She tested the name out. She stood up and he leaned away, letting her pass so she could pace the room. She took in the mostly bare walls, the messy desk, and almost smiled at the familiar habits she also kept. Then the weight of the memory pressed on her and she couldn't help herself from asking another question. She purposely looked at the desk as she questioned quietly "What happened at the church that night?" All she wanted was answers to explain what led her to this mess she was in.
Before she could blink, he was in front of her. A wall of pale muscle with a smirk slowly starting to plaster his face. And his fangs...those pearly white daggers, so exquisite and deadly, were protruding from his vicious smile. "Are you frightened of me?" Quiet, thoughtful, playful like a snake with it's prey, the words dripped out.
She looked at him with sad eyes "Not in the way that you think."