Author's Note: I don't own True Blood, Eric, T.S. Eliot, Jesus, etc.

That being said, I am soooo sorry for taking forever to post a new chapter guys. I'm an avid fanfic reader myself, so I know how frustrating it can be to wait like a month for a chapter. My only excuse is I'm a real perfectionist and it's hard for me to post a new chapter cos I want it to be good quality for you guys, and even now I'm sitting here skimming this, doubting myself, thinking you deserve something more. Still though, this is all I have for now. I promise I'll try and force out more chapters soon.

Also, the title of the chapter is the title of the poem mentioned. In case anyone was interested in knowing that lol

Now on to the story! :)

The morning after, Lydia laid in bed thinking about the night before. Had it been real? Or had her dreams finally become so life-like that she couldn't separate reality from fiction?

Then as she sifted through and analyzed her memory, a wave of concern for Stacy washed over her. Grabbing wildly for her phone Lydia punched in Stacy's number, anxiously listening to it ring.

"Hello darling..."Stacy's voice mumbled sleepily from the phone. It was only 10 in the morning; noon was usually when she got up and started chugging coffee. "Last night was fun hmm?"

"Yeah...about that, uhm..well I kind of had quite a bit to drink, I'm a little fuzzy on some parts..." Lydia crossed her fingers as she spoke.

Stacy giggled "That's what you get for drinking instead of dancing doll face. And sore feet are a much better alternative to a hang-over I might add! Anywho, you didn't miss anything big really. Just a regular night out, like at any other bar, except the people were a little more cold. Get it? Cold?"

Lydia groaned. Stupid vampire jokes. "Okay, very funny. Anything else happen?"

"Nope. I just dropped you off at home then passed out at my place. You actually didn't seem all that drunk to be honest. I'm gonna have to keep my eye on you next time we go out I guess, huh honey?"

"Yeah, yeah...I guess so..." Lydia mumbled something about taking a shower, then said goodbye.

So, either she'd suddenly gone insane and had begun to conjure up non-exsistent memories involving a very attractive and lethal vampire, or Stacy had been glamoured and sent home. Considering the fact she was quite achey and had a decent sized cut on her temple that apparently couldn't be explained by a bar brawl, Lydia was going to go with the latter theory for now.

For now though, the functions of her mundane life had to take priority. It was time to get ready for work. The thought of a regular day was comforting. Lydia got out of bed with a soft smile.

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Lydia couldn't stop grinning as she began to shelf a new shipment of books. All of them looked fascinating, and she couldn't wait to put that employee discount to good use once she clocked out. A new book of poetry caught her eye, and she began to flick through it with a broad smile.

"You know, it's hard to sell books to the customers when you keep scooping them up for yourself." The teasing voice of her co-worker Todd snuck up behind her. Lydia jumped a little and whirled around, book still in hand with her thumb holding her place.

"Don't do that!" She laughed lightly. "I'm sorry, but I can't help it. You really need to stock a crummier selection if you want me to stop buying them. How about you order some more of the 'Twilight' series?" Todd grimaced as Lydia stuck her tongue out at him childishly.

Todd shook his head. "Well what is it that's got you this time?"

"Poetry!" She replied, waving the book in front of him like a flag.

"What else..." he sighed. "So, which one are you reading right now?"

Opening the book, Lydia smiled at him and replied "It's a T.S. Eliot Poem. It's long, but absolutely hypnotizing. Listen, this is my favorite part..

'Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach

I have heard the mermaids singing each to each-' "

She was cut off by a soft baritone that seemed to appear out of thin air. "I do not think that they will sing to me." It spoke back to her, voice devoid of emotion.

Looking up suprisedly from the book, she found herself looking back at her interesting new acquaintance. "Do you like poetry Eric?" She couldn't keep the hint of amusement out of her voice.

"Not particularly." He replied boredly, looking around the store with no real interest. "However it's hard to go 1,000 years without picking up a book."

Todd coughed lightly, shifting uncomfortably when Eric looked over to him.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Todd, this is Eric. Eric, Todd." Lydia gestured between the two, awkwardly. Eric smirked, Todd seemed to go a little pale.

"Well uh, uhm, Eric, nice meeting you...Lydia, I'm gonna go uh..." Todd looked around the room and spotted a customer heading to the register. "I'm gonna go ring them up. So uh..yeah. When you're done putting away those books you can go home." Scuttling away while he spoke, Todd made his escape.

"I take it your friend isn't too fond of vampires." Eric's amusement was obvious when he spoke.

Lydia watched Todd race to the counter with a frown and sighed. "It's not that, he's just a bit frightened is all." Turning her gaze back to Eric, she saw him giving her that calculating look again.

"Are you sure you're human?"

"Well what else is there to be? It's not like I'm a talking carrot or something." Lydia began to reach for another book to put in its place, but a cold hand on her wrist stopped her.

"These are all to be placed on this shelf here, alphabetically by authors last name then title. Correct?"

"Yes.."

A whoosh of air, and the fluttering of pages, then a dizzying minute later and the job was done. The only book left was the one she'd been reading from. A smug looking Eric leaned on the bookshelf.

"Now Ms Wright, are you ready to go?"