A/N: This one is longer than I thought it would be. I've been hit with a lot of inspiration after reading all your fantastic reviews. I've decided I will split this story into seasons. Since this is season two, this story will only have events from then. I will then create another story for season 3, and so on, until I decide to stop. I have a lot of plans for this series, so I have no idea when that will be. =] Also, who's ready for season 4! I can't wait for Sunday. A couch and a bottle of Sangria are waiting for me at 9. Woohoo! Onto chapter 12!

"Who's there?"

A voice asked, speaking Swedish. I slowly opened my eyes to see it was night. I was looking through the tops of the trees at the stars.

"Show yourself!" The same voice demanded.

I turned my head slightly only to see my friend, my comrade in battle, gasp for air, his throat spewing crimson blood.

My other companion raised his axe to try and attack this unknown murderer, but was stopped when he met the same fate.

I watched as both of my friends fell to their knees, blood pouring out of their wounds and creating puddles of thick liquid around their bodies. I wanted to help, to kill whatever the hell did this, but I was too injured from the war to move. I was forced to sit there as I watched two men I've grown to admire, gasp for a breath of air they'll never again have.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a figure appeared in front of me. It was a young boy who looked no older than 16. He was covered in blood, the blood of my brethren. Intricate tattoos were placed strategically around his arms and chest. I laid there, watching this boy who never took his gaze off of me. He stared at me intently, and I only wished he would just kill me as well.

"Are you death?" I asked him.

"I am," he nodded.

"But you're just a little boy."

He smiled, and I could see two razor sharp canines under his lips. "I'm not."

"My men..."

"Dead."

"You swine."

He smirked and began again, "I watched you on the battlefield last night. I never saw anyone fight like you."

I was angered by his praise, but I knew I couldn't move. "I would fight you now if I could."

He laughed at me and said, "I know, it's beautiful."

"What are you waiting for?" I asked, growing weary of these games. "Kill me."

"Could you be a companion of Death?" He asked, his expression growing serious."Could you walk with me through the world, through the dark? I'll teach you all I know. I'll be your father, your brother, your child."

I thought on his offer. "What's in it for me?"

He smiled again. "What you love most: life."

"Life." I repeated, relishing the words. The truth was, I was sure I was going to die from my battle wounds. The concept of being able to live through this gave me hope, even if this boy did kill my men.

He slowly lifted his head up, and in a flash, his mouth was on my neck and he sunk those canines into my jugular. I moaned in pain, the pain growing more intense. I could feel my heart slowing.

Until...

I awoke with a start, gasping for air. Sweat was pooled around me. I held a hand to my chest, as if trying to slow my rapidly beating heart. I bowed my head and closed my eyes, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"Well, what was that all about? Another nightmare I assume."

I jumped at the voice, and turned to see the source. It was the same voice I was speaking in my dream, only now in English.

Eric was sitting on the side of my bed.

I held my hand to my chest again. Then I snapped back to reality. I was dreaming about Eric. Only not about me and Eric. I was Eric, and that wasn't just a dream. It was a memory of Eric's. It was of the night Eric was turned into the world of darkness. I sat on the bed, staring at him, trying to comprehend the meaning. Why was I reliving Eric's memories through my own unconsciousness. He looked at me with a smirk before changing his expression to that of confusion. I had so many questions to ask him about this, but I decided to bite my tongue. Asking a vampire about how they were turned is bad enough, it's even worse when they know you've had a dream about the same thing. I rubbed my temples and glared at him.

I then remembered where I was. I was in my room. I mentally slapped myself for forgetting to lock the door leading from his room to mine.

"Was the adjoining room with yours thing your idea of a joke, because I don't think it's very funny."

He smirked at me again, and I let out a small breath, glad he wasn't suspicious of my demeanor. "I merely wanted to make sure I was within screaming distance of my most unusual employee."

I sat up from the bed, looking down at his smirking form. "It's not funny Eric. I need privacy. What if I was naked when you decided to come in?"

"I was actually hoping you were."

I walked right into that one. Another mental slap. "Whatever, how long have you been here?"

His expression changed again, and I could almost make out... worry.

"I've been watching you sleep for the past hour or so. What did you dream of. You looked frightened. It's not something I expect from you."

I gulped, debating on whether or not I wanted to disclose the dream to him. "It was just a nightmare, it's nothing. Wait a minute! You were in here watching me for an hour!"

He smirked and I was getting pissed. I could have been having a naughty dream about him and he would've been on the bed watching me. I wasn't sure if I snored, talked, made noises, or what when I was sleeping.

"Don't worry, you didn't say anything of any importance. It was mainly just whimpering. It was quite unnerving. I've come to know you as being as fearless as a human can be. Watching you whimper like a frightened dog was quite unattractive."

I could feel my cheeks growing hot. He walks into my room without an invitation, watches me sleep for an hour, and then has the balls to complain about the noises I make? When I'm having a nightmare? I clenched my fists and jaw. I was beyond livid.

"If you have no purpose for being here other than mocking me, I suggest you leave." I said through my teeth.

"Or what? Don't think that just because I admire your fearlessness, that means that you really have nothing to fear. I could rip you apart limb by limb, and you would be powerless to stop me." He said, suddenly appearing before me with flashed fangs.

I looked at him and attempted to match his intimidation power. I sighed and looked down, knowing it was hopeless. I was no match against a millennium old vampire. "What time is it?"

He smirked at me as I walked towards the bathroom to brush my hair. "It's around two in the morning. I just spoke with Bill and he informed me of what happened at the airport."

I snapped my head up. I had completely forgotten about the whole reason why I was in Dallas. With all the events of just the past few minutes, I forgot about almost getting kidnapped. "It's the Fellowship of the Sun. Someone tipped them off to our arrival. Did anyone besides us know that we were coming?" I asked him.

"All of you, myself, Pam, and the Dallas nest. That's all. Are you implying that there's a traitor among us?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

"Well think about it Eric, you said so yourself, those that you named are the only ones who possibly knew we were coming. Let's narrow it down. It can't be anyone in our group. Is it possible someone overheard you talking to the Dallas nest?"

"You think I would be stupid enough to disclose that information with an audience?" He growled.

"I'm not saying you did, I was asking if there was any possibility. Calm down." I said, taking a seat next to him on my bed. "I guess there's no point in trying to figure it out. We should be focusing on the Fellowship of the Sun themselves. They could possibly be the ones to have Godric." I said. Something inside of me felt like saying his name was comfortable. I wasn't sure what. I shrugged it off and continued to think.

"We have a meeting with the Dallas nest tomorrow night, right after the sun sets. We will devise a plan then." He said, staring straight ahead, a blank expression on his face.

I sighed and thought. "Maybe I can try to get some information here. Maybe there's someone in the lobby who knows where he is. It's worth a shot right?" I said, trying to be optimistic.

He looked surprised. I'm pretty sure he was expecting me to not worry about it much, to let the other vampires deal with the majority of the situation. "I suppose it can't hurt." He stood from the bed and faced me.

"Let me take a shower and get some fresh clothes on, and I'll be right out." I said, stand up and walking towards the bathroom.

"I'd be more than happy to join you." I could almost see his smirk from behind me.

I decided to have a little fun. "Sure, if you want." I said, laughing. "PSYCHE!"

I stepped into the threshold of the bathroom and closed the door. I stripped off my clothes before running the shower. The shower didn't take too long, I usually don't take long showers. I stepped out of the tub and noticed a change of clothes on the other side of the bathroom. I had realized that I forgot to grab some before stepping into the bathroom and I smiled. Eric must have put them there for me. Then my smile faded, and I came to the realization that he walked in while I was showering. The shower curtain wasn't exactly transparent, but it didn't leave much to the imagination either. I frowned, slipping my clothes on. I brushed my hair out again, letting the damp waves flow down my back. I walked into the bedroom and noticed Eric on the couch in fresh clothes.

"You have an amazing silhouette." He said smirking.

"Too bad I haven't been able to see yours, then we'd be even." I said, glaring at him.

"Would you like to see me unclothed?" He said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I'll leave that up to my imagination." I said, turning away as my cheeks were beginning to turn pink.

"Well then, shall we be going?" He said, standing up.

I nodded and walked towards the door. We walked through the hallway towards the elevator. I was thinking of what I was going to do. I was trying to calm myself. I didn't have complete control of my telepathy just yet, and I knew this was going to wear me out. I was doing a mental preparation when I thought of something.

"Hey Eric, what's Godric look like? Sometimes I just get images, and if I do happen to get one of Godric, I won't know it's him." I looked up at him as we walked.

He looked uncomfortable, and I immediately regretted asking. After we stepped into the elevator, he answered. "He would only look like a young boy, with dark hair and light eyes."

I was hoping for a more accurate description, but I wasn't ready for what he said next.

"He has intricate tattoos on his chest, back, and arms. You'll know them when you see them. They're from the old world, he says."

I turned white as a ghost when he said this. It didn't seem entirely unlikely that Godric was from my dream. Of course that would mean...

"Uhm. Eric. Why exactly is it that you want to find Godric so badly?" I asked, my voice a whisper.

He narrowed his eyes at me when I asked that. "I've told you this before, Godric is a powerful vampire sheriff. He must be found."

I gulped before I asked one last question, barely a whisper. "He's your maker, isn't he?"

His eyes widened and he turned his whole body towards me. He pushed me against the side of the elevator, looking into my eyes, and probably trying to glamour me. "How do you know that! How could you possibly know that!" He pushed me harder into the wall with every sentence.

"My dream." I whispered. "The nightmare.. it was.. well, it was a memory... Your memory... of the night you were turned. I saw everything. Is that because I drank your blood?"

He loosed his grip on me, but never moved his eyes from mine. "No, that's not possible. It's something else." His eyes narrowed. "Something you're not telling me."

Fear crept it's way into me. I had no idea why I had that dream, nor did I know why it was a memory. "I've been nothing but honest with you Eric. I have no idea why I had that dream. If I knew, you'd be the first to know. This concerns you. This isn't the first memory I've had of yours, remember? I had that vision of you as a boy. Maybe it has something to do with these new powers, maybe it doesn't. Either way, I don't know." I looked at him as I tried to understand what I was saying myself. All these things were happening to me at once, and I didn't understand any of them. Right about now, I wish none of this had ever happened.

Eric let go of me and pushed me out of the elevator. He lead me to the lobby and set me down on a chair at the bar. "I'll be at the buffet, and I'll be watching to make sure no one tries to kidnap you again." He whispered to me quietly before briskly walking towards the line of scantily clad humans.

I sighed and thought of what just happened. Now I knew that we had to find Godric even more. He wasn't just another sheriff, he was Eric's maker. I'm not an expert on the way of vampires, but I can only guess this is like family. Godric was the one who taught Eric everything he knows, just like he said he would in the vision. He was just as he said. He was Eric's father, brother, and child. I know their relationship is strong by the way Eric is desperately searching for him. I also know, whether he wants to admit it or not, he's scared of the possibility of his maker being in harms way.

I pulled myself out of these thoughts and remembered the job at hand. Eric might be a cocky asshole sometimes, but I wanted to help him. So that's what I did. I opened my mind to everyone in the bar and allowed their thoughts to flow through. None of what I could pick out was helpful. It was actually quite sad how many people were thinking about sex. Sex with men, sex with women, sex with vampires. I wrinkled my nose and turned around on the stool, facing the bar. I ordered a tequila sunrise and kept weeding through the thoughts.

A man came up to me in the midst of me working and interrupted. "Hello beautiful." He said. He was a portly man, about five-eleven, with dark hair, grey eyes, and facial stubble. I flashed a quick smile before grabbing my drink and taking a sip. I was hoping the man would catch that I wasn't interested by my look, but it seemed I was wrong.

"What's a pretty lady like yourself doing here all alone? You ain't got nobody buyin' you a drink." He said smiling and calling the bartender over.

"I already have a drink, thank you." I said. This was like New Orleans all over again. I really hated drunk men and bars.

"Nonsense, I'll buy ya 'nother. You drinkin' a tequila sunrise? That's too weak. I'll getcha a rum and coke." He said, nodding to the bartender.

"I said no thank you. Do you mind leaving me alone please?" I was trying to be polite with this guy, but I had work to do and he just wouldn't leave.

"Come on, don't be a sourpuss," He said, shoving the newly arrived drink over to me. "Drink up."

I turned over in my stool and faced the man. We looked each other in the eye and I narrowed mine at him. He looked at me with a blank expression, and I felt a tingle in my head. "Go... away... and leave... me... alone." I said firmly, not looking away.

"Yes ma'am." He said, before he quickly slipped off the chair and sauntering off towards the elevator.

I raised an eyebrow. I honestly wasn't expecting him to leave just like that. I shrugged and turned towards the bar again. I sipped on my drink before I felt another person sit in the stool beside me and turn it towards me.

I sighed again and closed my eyes. "Not interested." I said taking small sips from my liquid.

"How did you do that?"

I looked up and saw that it was Eric sitting next to me. I sighed and bowed my head again. "Do what? I told the guy to leave."

"You glamoured him into leaving." He said. I could feel his eyes on my back.

"No I didn't. I just told him to leave, and he left. I'm a human, I can't glamour." I said, shrugging off his statement. Eric was loosing it. I've only ever heard of a vampire being able to glamour, not humans, and I seriously doubt I was able to do that. Then again, I thought only shifters could shift a few days ago.

"Read his mind," He said, nodding his head towards the man who was still waiting for the elevator.

I looked towards the man and opened my mind to just his thoughts. All I could hear was a weird hissing noise and disco music. I looked back at Eric.

Then it hit me.

I just glamoured a man.

I sat quiet for a second as I processed the idea. Eric looked down at me, trying to figure out what I was thinking.

I busted out laughing. Eric raised his eyebrow but I continued to laugh. I pulled out my wallet in between giggles and set money down on the bar.

I stood up, still laughing, and said, "I just glamoured that guy." Saying this only made me laugh harder. I was in hysterics. I just gained another ability, and it seemed like the millionth one this week. I walked towards the open elevator, still laughing, not caring who was staring at me like I was insane. I probably was. I continued to laugh while Eric silently stared at me all the way to our floor. I stepped out and followed the hallway towards my room with Eric in tow. I stopped my fit for a second, only long enough to tell Eric I'd see him tomorrow night before sliding the key card into my door and stepping in. I locked the door to his room, still chuckling, before I stripped my clothes and climbed into bed.

I laughed myself to sleep that night.

A/N: Seriously though, your reviews help these chapters come out faster. Not on purpose, but your reviews give me more motivation to write, therefore they come out quicker. So review and the next chapter might just come out fast. =]