Bar With Bite

Authors Note: I got two reviews. I'm really excited about this. Thanks to everyone who read this, this means I'm talking to you. I'm trying to bring in each character as their own without having them run over each other. Yes it'll be difficult but something that's difficult is not impossible.

We all have discovered Eric and Elena's sides. Elena wants more but also less. Eric wants all, no matter the cost. There is going to be a setback in the beginning and then we are moving forward.

Enjoy Dom

~Hours Before~

Ellie felt cornered when Malcolm came back to pester her as she fixed more drinks, deciding it was best to make a couple of drinks and then waitress about, having a reason to move around so what was happening wouldn't happen. But the waitress was flirting with the vampires at a table and she was left alone to handle the bar as Malcolm flirted with her, which was sad. She didn't want any of what he was offering her.

Good conversation. Good sex.

She had had it and there he was, sitting across the way talking to Angie and Spike. Spike was puffing on a cigarette and Angie was looking at her. Ellie swallowed hard and looked away, trying to forget about him and nearly mumbling that he was annoying and cute. She couldn't forget the cute, but he was so annoying, this Malcolm.

"Why are you pushing yourself away?"

She turned back to face him, deciding that she had to say something because she was tired of being hit on and she knew that if she did give into Malcolm, that he would just feed off of her and drain her, possibly kill her and at least Eric gave her the truth.

"I've had better and deserve better."

It was her answer and she agreed with it. Eric had ruined her for all men and it wasn't like she wanted anyone else, just him, but she wanted more than what he was giving her. The sex was great but she honestly couldn't truly live a relationship like that. Maybe, because the sex was…

"Malcolm, go to the store and buy me some strawberries of some sort. I want chocolate syrup and what not." Angie sat down two seats away from Malcolm, waving her hand away so he could leave. He did getting up from the stool, cursing under his breath as he stalked away.

Ellie watched him leave, relieved. She was starting to like this Angie.

"Thank you. It was life saving. I wasn't sure how to get rid of him"

Angie laughed softly, shaking her head, leaning on the bar, propping her head on her folded hands, eyeing Ellie with blue eyes. "You know vampires can love if they want too, right?"

Ellie was stunned by the question, it wasn't like she was asking it out loud in her head, but she had thought about it once or twice.

"What?"

She tried to play it stupid, hoping that Angie would change subjects so she tried to bring them both out of forming thoughts of love and vampires. She didn't want to think about it.

"So is Spike his real name?"

Angie nodded, turning in the stool to look back at Spike, her dark blue eyes studying him, wanting him as he smoked cocking her head at him before answering her question.

"It's William. Spike is more of his stage name, you can say." Angie turned back around and faced Ellie, a light smirk on her face.

Ellie cocked her head to the side, taking in the sight of Spike, comparing him to Eric, which was something that just happened. She couldn't help it. It was something that was going to happen, all the time now. She would compare all the men she ever met to Eric, which she hoped that would break. She couldn't do that all the time. So she continued to focus more on Spike, taking in all that was him.

"He looks more like a Fred."

She nodded; sure of her answer while a small smile came across her face, hoping that it changed Angie's mind. Ellie did not want to talk about her thing with Eric Northman, her boss. There wasn't much to say about it because there wasn't much to say. And Ellie was going to say anything, because she wasn't even sure.

"Ellie, I want to tell you a story." Angie slouched in the stool, sighing, messing with her thumbs. She looked away for a second before looking into Ellie's eyes. "I was nineteen when I got turned, exactly four years ago. I was having a birthday party and I met this guy. He was hot and he was sex on a stick." She paused, gulping before she continued. Her voice a lot stronger, bolder, but there was still pain there, Ellie could hear it. "I had a couple of drinks and he had a couple of drinks, but not enough to be drunk. He was a vampire, the first one I ever met and I didn't know it. I was naïve." She frowned, tugging on her lip with her teeth. "He violated me that night, taking my innocence. I was a virgin you see and he has an obsession with virgins. He liked to tie them down and take it while they screamed. It didn't count if they didn't scream. He'd drain them and leave, but there was something about me that kept him there. He slit his wrists and forced me to drink his blood. He fucked me till I couldn't breathe and then he choked me to death.

"I awoke hours later, different and changed. I knew something was wrong and I ran. He caught up with me and I was stuck. I was scared of him. I stayed scared of him till Spike came along. My maker called him down to Nebraska. There was a slayer residing there killing off his minions and my maker couldn't have that. Spike killed the slayer three days later with no hesitation and then killed my maker five days later. He caught me crying after my last assault from my maker and he hated how I was being treated. He told me of his last girlfriend and how she had died from her ex and he couldn't see that happening to me. So here we are." She forced a smile, trying to push the memories back.

Ellie was stunned and instantly felt sorry for her, but she didn't want to say it out loud. She never heard of stories such as that and hoped something like that wouldn't happen to her. She would hate to be controlled by someone, taken advantage of and then put aside like nothing.

"But it seems as if you care for Spike." Ellie couldn't bring herself to say the word 'love'. She just couldn't see vampires and love in the same sentence; it just didn't make sense to her. Yes, it made sense to them. They probably clung to their humanity and wanted to feel everything that had felt as human and Ellie couldn't see them having so without a soul.

Angie chuckled, shaking her head at Ellie. "When you are turned, your emotions, your personality is amplified. Everything that makes you who you are is magnified. Love is magnified. Sex is magnified. Stop saying we can't feel. You're thinking it and I know because I felt the same way."

Ellie took in Angie's words thinking of herself and Eric, wondering if that was true, wondering if he felt something for her, besides the sex and the want. Besides the lust.

Ellie's eyes looked over at Eric, knowing that he could love if he wanted too, but could she love him? That was one question she could never forget because it wasn't just something that you could get over. You love someone or you don't. No U-turns or turn backs. Plus she wasn't sure if she was ready to love someone else as she had loved her ex boyfriend. She didn't want it to be all fun and games before he stopped yearning for her, wanting her. She would hate to break down what was left of her walls and then feel completely...she couldn't think of the word, but it would come to her when it happened.

Good dreams always eventually became nightmares.

So, she left it alone. She didn't want to bother it anymore than it was already out in the air. She hoped that maybe, Eric would find someone to fantasize about, wanting someone else to taste, wanting someone else to crave. Not her.

She sighed and hoped, because she deserved better but wanted less. She wanted Eric Northman, her boss. She looked over at him. He was moving to take a phone call. She watched him and felt…hurt.

For a reason she couldn't even bring out passed her lips.

~.~

She was greeted with curious eyes and odd stares when she got home; stepping into the shared apartment that she had shared with someone she had met months ago. Only to help out with the rent, but she let the young woman stay with her. She was amusing and kept Ellie smiling when she needed it. After her job at Fangtasia, she didn't need her pulling in any more money, but she wanted the company and they still went half and half on the rent.

"Ellie, where have you been?" The woman had long blonde hair that was up in a high ponytail, the ends covering over her shoulder, stained with pink and blue color. She had bright green eyes and full pouty lips. Her arms were covering the blue towel that was wrapped around her body. Music was heard loud from the bathroom that she was blocking and it was well enough two a.m in the morning.

Ellie yawned.

"I was at work. The bar got rented out and got turned into an engagement party. Sorry I didn't call."

She kicked off her heels and moved over towards the couch, plopping down on the couch with a tired breath. She grabbed for the remote and turned on the T.V, wanting to catch something to put herself to sleep. The engagement and Eric staring at her all night and their little almost sex in the dungeon had kept her wide awake. She wanted to sleep and hopefully all the feelings she was starting to feel for Eric would go away.

Yeah fucking right.

The girl still stood in the doorway, smiling before moving to sit next to Ellie, tugging on her bottom lip.

"Ellie, it's alright. I'm not your mom. I'm your roommate. I wanted to tell you that Squirt is here. We were studying for the test later on today and got…"

Ellie rose her hand up, not wanting to hear anymore. "Elly, it's not like I need to know every little thing that happens with you and Liam." Ellie nodded, also remembering that she picked Elly to be her roommate because they had the same name, except spelled differently.

Elly nodded and grinned, pushing herself from off of the couch and heading back towards the bathroom of their apartment. She turned to look at Ellie with a something hidden in her eyes.

"Sleep well, Pierce. You look tired." Elly nodded once more before entering the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Ellie shook her head and laid herself out the couch, her eyes taking in the images on the T.V. She clicked through the channels, each time she saw a male with blonde hair. She thought of Eric and she felt heat pool in her stomach. She closed her eyes trying to close it off the forming image in her mind, but she found herself not too. She found herself wanting more of it, secretly.

She imagined Eric's hands grabbing at her breast, pinching her nipples, massaging her breast. She thought of his mouth on her pussy, sucking in her folds and swallowing down her wetness. She arch off the couch and tilted her head back, but stilled, opening her eyes, looking around the room.

The shower was still going and she heard snores, probably from Liam. She heard nothing else in the apartment and wanted to keep it that way, because right now, she had the slightest urge to let her own hands explore.

It wasn't like she hadn't done it before, but that was during her lack of sex. She could have sex if she wanted. She was just being a bitch about it, which was something that she could admit to anyone who knew the situation.

She closed her eyes once again and set herself back into her calmed state that she was in earlier. Her legs sagged opened as she slipped one hand in her skirt and the other cupping her breast, she shivered at the touch, knowing that Eric could do better, but for now she had to deal. She found her sensitive nub through her underwear and rubbed. She rubbed herself fast, not slow. It wasn't like she wanted it over with quickly, but she wanted it fast and hard. Since she couldn't give it to herself hard, then she might as well give it to herself fast.

But she so wished it was Eric. So fucking badly.

She bit her lip to hold back the moan that wanted to leave her lips. She bit down on her button lip hard, knowing she probably cut herself, but she didn't care as she rubbed herself faster, inching her legs up, spreading them into a wide V, feeling herself closer than ever. She moved her other hand to her hair and gripped a hand full; pulling on the ends with so much that she felt pleasure rock through her body. She whimpered out her release as she came, drenching her panties. She moved her fingers away from her panties and her hand from her hair, swallowing hard, sitting up in the couch, fixing her clothes as she headed for her room, deciding it was best to get some sleep before she stripped herself of her clothes and rode her own fingers. She shivered at the thought, but she dissed it. Telling herself that sleep was the best option.

She hadn't had sex for awhile before Eric came along and she could deal without having it. She could. She really could.

She could try.

The next chapter is all Eric.