Author's Note: I do noooot own True Blood or the Southern Vampire Mysteries or Eric. I wish! If I did Alex Skarsgard would be naked in every scene ;D

I'm sorry it's been so long! And trust me when I say I have more coming, I just was anxious to post this completely unsatisfying chapter to let you all know that there will be much much muuuuch more soon. Mmmkay?

Don't stake me bro :p

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In any person's life, there are answers that you believe are concrete to questions that you believe should be simple.

Would you ever murder someone? Of course not!

Would you ever keep a murder a secret? Never!

Could you ever be attracted to someone who you knew had committed a murder? Definitely not.

These questions, these answers, they had never distinctly come into Lydia's mind, but subconsciously she thought she could agree with these statements. Never once did she think she could end up in her current situation, turning two out of there of her previous conceptions completely false.

So what does one do when one's previous ideas of oneself turn completely topsy-turvy? Why, one takes up the offer of a vampire of course!

Lydia, for a moment, thought she had been hallucinating when Eric asked her to come with him. "Wait, what?" A confused expression crossed her face.

"I said: 'Are you ready to go ?', that's the second time you've told me to wait. I'd appreciate it if you don't try my patience." Eric rumbled lowly, his tone half amused half bored; and never ceasling intimidating.

"What do you mean, 'the second time'?"

Eric paused and seemed to search her with his eyes. Ignoring her question, he replied "Get your things." Then turned and began walking toward the exit.

With a hurried goodbye to Todd, Lydia scooped up the book of poetry, grabbed her purse from behind the counter, and tried to catch up with the vampires long strides.

He was leaning against a beautiful, sleek, black Porsche. It suited him, appearing to be just as elegant and lethal.

"I can't say your taste in cars surprises me..." Lydia smiled slightly as she took in the sight.

"Get in." Was his only response as he walked to the drivers seat.

She hesitated. This was one of those questions that had a concrete answer that had been drilled into her head since preschool "Never get in a car with a strange man." However, Lydia had come to realize that those questions were suited to ordinary situations, to ordinary people. Neither was the case here.

More curious than afraid; more trusting than she should be, Lydia slid into the passengers seat. After she had clicked the seat belt there was no turning back. They were off.

The car sped down the rode, gracefully but with a frightening pace. Lydia refused to look at the speed-o-meter. It made her sick to look out the windows and see the world flashing by like a neon roller coaster ride. So she closed her eyes. After a few minutes of silence, she couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"

"To see someone who can answer my questions."