A/N: I'm soooo sorry for the delay in this chapter. I've been called in to work every day and I haven't been able to go to my friend's house and use their internet. I've been trying to write as much as I can when I get home from work, but sometimes I'm just too tired. I appreciate all the alerts and reviews! Also, I know some of you think that Rayne getting all these powers is kind of lame, but trust me, it has a purpose. You'll know in due time. ;P

I woke to a knock at my window. I slowly propped my elbows up, letting my eyes adjust. I turned to face the window and heard the knock once more. I wondered what the hell could be knocking at my window, considering my room was on the second floor. I pulled the covers off of me and grabbed the bathrobe from my bedpost. I carefully made my way to the window, but decided being cautious was unnecessary considering if it were dangerous, it wouldn't have knocked. I pulled back the curtains to find Eric floating outside my window. I felt my stomach turn when I processed my unexpected guest. I opened up the window to let him in. I started turning toward my bed, expecting him to follow. Then I had remembered that he needed invitation, even if he was entering from the window.

"You can come in," I said as I turned to sit on the side of my bed. He carefully climbed through my window gracefully. Well, as graceful as a six foot tall Viking vampire could be, which to my surprise, was pretty damn graceful. Once he was completely in the room, he looked around, apparently taking in my room decor. I turned on the lamp that was placed on my night stand. Eric seemed to glow even in the dim lighting. "What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting to see you until we left for Dallas," I said, looking at him questioningly. I wasn't upset that Eric had paid a late night visit, but I found it odd. Although the blood bond between us was making his presence more calming, I was still skeptical. He turned his attention from his surroundings to me. His eyes met mine, and my body began doing it's inside convulsing again. His gaze seemed to have that effect on me. He strode towards me, putting his arms on either side of me, palms flat on the bed. This movement brought his face inches towards me. I gasped a little at the nearness.

"I couldn't stay away. You tempted me too much with your blood earlier. I need... more."

He pushed me onto the bed and straddled me. He leaned down to me and pressed his lips against mine. His lips were cold in comparison to mine, but hey, that's to be expected, right? His tongue began roaming every inch of my mouth, dancing with my own. I had grazed mine on Eric's fang, wincing a little at the pain. He tasted the blood and became almost crazed. He pushed harder against me. He moved his mouth from mine and moved it to my neck. He bit down and I moaned in pleasure. He began sucking hard. I started to feel dizzy before he sat up and looked down at me. His eyes were full of lust and his mouth was red with my blood.

"You let me violate you."

I looked up at him questioningly.

"You let me desecrate you."

I woke to my CD alarm clock blaring Closer by Nine Inch Nails. I had woken in a pool of sweat. I sighed at being awakened from my dream. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling before sluggishly getting up and turning my alarm clock off. I wiped my eyes before retreating to the bathroom. I did my usual morning routine. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and smoothed my hair a little before going downstairs to make some breakfast. I walked down the steps slowly, trying the shake the effects of the dream from me. I trudged to the kitchen and began making a pot of coffee. I put a few pieces of wheat bread in the toaster before grabbing my newest book from its place on the top of the end table. The Tale of the Body Thief was the title of the book by one of my favorite authors, Anne Rice. I began wondering as I made my way to the kitchen to make my coffee and grab my toast if Lestat was actually a real vampire or if he was completely a figure of Mrs. Rice's imagination. I made a mental note to ask Eric or somebody of the vampire nature out of curiosity. The thought of Eric had me recalling last night's dream and I almost dropped my toast on the floor. It still had me shaky. I shook it off and brought my toast, coffee, and book towards the front door. I opened it and inhaled the warm air outside. I walked towards the lawn chair on my porch. I sat down and began eating my toast and reading my book, periodically taking sips from my coffee. Once I had finished my toast and coffee, I sat up and made my way back inside. I poured myself another cup of caffeine and took the mug upstairs. I set it down on my night stand after taking another sip and made my way into the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and climbed into the tub. I let the hot water wash away all the thoughts of the previous night. I managed to clear my head after remembering my distaste in having a blood bond with a vampire. I've never had one before, but I sure wasn't liking the idea. Don't get me wrong, Eric is gorgeous, but I'm also wary about the things Sookie has told me about him. How she says he cares only of himself, that he's a jerk, and all he's done for her is made her miserable. At the same time, there's something about him that's.. enthralling. If that's the right word. I want to know more about him. As I wondered about the hunky Viking, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower into the cool air. I had wrapped my hair in a towel as I dressed in a pair of denim cut-off shorts, and a tank top. I didn't have to be at work until later that afternoon so I decided to go shopping. I got into my Mazda and started the drive to the shopping mall in Clarice. Whenever I wanted to clear my head of thoughts, I went shopping. That was about the most feminine thing about me. I spent probably about two hours trying on clothes that suited my taste. I returned to my car with 3 large bags of clothing. I had splurged on this pretty evening gown. I bought it at Le Classique and it was a long, thin-strapped purple colored dress decorated with sequins along the bust. If you turned the light on it, the glitter and sequins turned green. I had always loved that color effect. When I got home, I pulled my bags out of the car and made my way into the house. I went up to my room, laid my bags down, and proceeded to change into my work uniform. I had put my make-up before going back out to my car and head to work.

Merlotte's was unusually dead tonight, which was a relief. I wasn't exactly in control of my new powers enough to keep out of everyone's head. I had been able to keep my guard up most of the time, but not enough to where I could function as a good waitress. I tended to be more.. uncomfortable. It was a lot easier to deal with less people. It didn't take nearly as much out of me. I saw Sam sitting in his desk going through some paperwork when I came in to set down my bag. He heard me enter and acknowledged me, lifting his arm as I passed.

"Wow, we're pretty dead right now huh?" I said, leaning against the wall.

"Well, there's a Garden Society gathering down at the community building."

"That makes sense." I said. Bon Temps patrons were usually involved in community activity. With a town this small, it's to be expected. Remebering what I had originally wanted to talk to Sam about, I changed the subject. "Hey, Sam, have you talked to Sookie yet?"

He actually turned around to face me. "Yeah, she called this morning and told me she'll be gone a few days and that you would be too." His expression held worry. I had known that Sam carried the torch for Sookie, and I also knew about his being a shapeshifter. It was becoming more obvious of that when I could partially relax around him. His thoughts weren't easy to read. I could mainly just read his emotion. Which is how I knew he was worried. "You mind telling me where you're going. Sookie didn't tell me much. She just told me not to worry."

I smiled at him. "And she was right to say so. You don't have to worry, Sam. We're going to Dallas to act as sort of.. detectives. Someone important to Eric has been kidnapped there and we've been sent to investigate." I rolled my eyes as I thought of this again. Me and Sookie: Sherlock and Watson. Of course Sookie would be Sherlock, having more telepath experience than me.

He sighed. "I wish you two wouldn't get mixed up in all that vampire mess. They're bad news."

"Look Sam, I appreciate your caring, but me and Sook are big girls. We can take care of ourselves." I said, smiling lightly at him. I wasn't going to lie, I was worried about the whole ordeal, but I didn't need Sam to know that. He's been nothing but nice to me since I started working for him. I had considered him a friend, even if he was my employer.

"I just want you two to be safe. I know you haven't been working here long, but I've grown fond of you. You're a good waitress, and as you know, those are hard to come by around here. I just don't want to have to hear about another one of my friends dying." His head lowered.

"It's okay Sam, I can whoop some ass if I need to. Trust me. You gotta be tough living in the city. What with all the muggings and whatnot. You're looking at a master of the art of Jiu-Jitsu." I said, feigning a karate stance.

He laughed at me and said, "I'm sure you are. Just be careful okay. With you and Sookie, there's no arguing."

I smiled at him one last time before making my way out to the bar. I continued my job as normal. Sam had went behind the bar and started his time as the bartender. I passed drinks and a few meals as Lafayette cooked them up. All in all, I was having a good day.

When my shift was over a little after nightfall, I told Sam I was leaving. He gave me a last minute 'be safe' before giving me a hug. I walked to my car and noticed something moving by the dumpsters to my left. I walked over to investigate and noticed a lone kitten that was the product of the movement. It meowed hungrily as it noticed me. I slowly walked towards the little animal before crouching and extending my hand. The kitten looked scared, but slowly came toward me. When it sniffed my fingers a little bit, it rubbed it's face against my outstretched hand. I picked up the little kitten and began petting it. It purred in my arms and settled itself and instantly fell asleep. "Aren't you cute? I think I'm going to take you home with me. After all, it's the full moon, and if Sam turns into a Collie, you might be his next meal." I shuddered thinking of this. I actually wondered how much of his human thinking Sam had when he was in his animal form. I carried the little kitten to my car and let it rest on my lap as I drove the short ride home.

When I pulled up to the house, I had a weird feeling in the pit of my chest. I picked up the kitten and started for the house. Every step I took made me feel dizzier. I felt nautious. My heart was beating like a drum. I had set the cat down on the porch and tried to balance myself on one of the wooden beams.

All of a sudden, I felt my chest explode and my body shiver. The air around me seemed to change. I could hear a disgusting sound. It sounded almost like someone stirring a mug of glue with sticks and rocks in it. I felt my self falling.

But I didn't.

I got.. shorter.

I squeezed my eyes closed for fear of being nautious all over my newly painted porch the week before. (Hoyt had stopped by and offered to paint for me) When I opened my eyes, I was looking at the little kitten. She was batting at my face.

I was at eye level with her.

I looked around to try and find out what the hell was going on. That scared me even more.

I had... fur! I looked down to see myself.

I had... changed... into a kitten!

I looked at the little animal in front of me, the same as me, who was now eyeing me. I caught my reflection in a little piece of glass on the porch that I had set out to replace the old one on my door. I looked exactly like the animal I found by the dumpsters. My eyes were the same color as the were before, but other than that, I was completely... feline.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" came a voice from behind me.

A/N: Review! I love hearing all the wonderful comments from all of you! And criticism helps as well. I want to know what you think! Oh yeah, I was thinking of doing another Eric fic some time. Maybe after I finish this one, maybe during. I was thinking of making it a crossover of Ginger Snaps. Yep, no one's done it! Ginger, the OG were-wolf, with Eric, the heartless Viking. Let me know what you guys think about the idea. I don't have many ideas for what I would do, but you guys' enthousiasm would give me mucho modivation!