"I'm going to feed you my blood."

"Alice—Alice look at me. Open your eyes."

"Jesus fucking Christ Eric what the fuck is this?"

"Shut the fuck up Pam, get the door!"

"Fuck."

"Alice!"

There's an awful metallic taste on my tongue. It's disgusting, I want to move away from it, but I'm stuck, trapped under blackness. I hear voices, but it's so quiet. It's like I'm listening to someone having their own conversation.

Slowly the metallic taste goes away and it tastes sweet. I'm drinking it without knowing what I'm doing. It slides down my throat and I feel it in my veins, feel it coursing through me. It's calming. It's tender. Its—

I'm screaming, sitting up and my eyes snapping open. I don't know where I am. I can't remember what happened. Am I dead? Is this heaven? I sure as hell hoped not. It was a dusty old, crowded office and I was on a red leather couch. This had better not be fucking heaven, or else I had been seriously stiffed.

"Alice?"

I looked to me side. Eric was kneeling next to me. He looked at me awkwardly, his eyes moving over me in impossible speeds. What was he looking for?

"Eric?" I asked, unsure. Yes, it was him. He was still as handsome, as tall, as muscular. His eyes were not black now, his fangs were not extended. He didn't look hungry. He just looked… concerned. "What's going on?"

There's something trailing down my lip and I wipe it away with the back of my hand. It was blood. "Am I—am I bleeding?"

I looked at Eric. I can just start to remember what happened. There had been a couple, and then Sookie, and someone was hurt. I was helping someone, but then I was hurt, and I couldn't stay awake. "Did you give me your blood?" I asked suddenly, feeling it click in my head. I was looking at him hard. He looked at me and shrugged.

"You were dying." He said simply.

"I—well—thank you." I said. He was making me nervous with his generosity. Vampires always wanted something in return. They never did anything for—

My hunger hit my like a freight train. It ripped through my body, tearing me apart. I gasped, laid down on my back and clutched my stomach. "Oh Jesus." I cried. "Oh fuck."

"Alice?" I could see Eric above me. His chi was tantalizing, circling around his head. He stroked my cheek, and his cold hands soothed my burning skin. "What's wrong?"

I'm not sure why it happens, and why I can't control it, but I become the hunter then. It snaps into me, and I am no longer the prey under a vampires gaze, but I'm the predator, looking for a meal.

I sit up slowly, and I'm not Alice anymore, but someone completely different. I ignoring the treacherous pain in my body. His hand falls to his side. He's looking at me. Watching me. Cautious.

I raise my hand and he watches it like it's a weapon as I place it on his cheek. "Eric." I say softly. The look in his eyes is odd when I say his name like that. He looks up at me. He's confused. There's something turning inside of him and I can feel his confusion. His chi tells me things. He's feeling like he's never felt before and it's confusing him. He doesn't like it. He almost killed me earlier. He wants my blood. He wants my body.

I'll let him have my body. I stand up softly, bringing him with me. My hands run gingerly over his chest. His shirt is smooth, and I feel his muscles, so tight, so cold. I rise to my tip toes and link my hands behind his neck, bringing his head down. He can fight me if he really wanted, but he's frozen, eyes wide. He's so confused, like a lost puppy. It makes the monster inside me laugh and growl with hunger.

"I know you want me." I whisper, lips grazing his. "Do you want my body, Eric?"

He's growling deep in his chest, and he doesn't even realize it. I watch, fascinated, as his eyes darken. I feel his chi absorb into me. It's exhilarating. I'm shivering. I close my eyes, sigh into him. When I open them, his lips crash onto mine.

He devours me, arms circling behind my back. He pulls me to him and I curl against him. He pushes me back down onto the couch. I'm breathing heavily smiling sinfully up at him. He smiles down at me. "You're getting yourself into dangerous matters, little girl." He warns.

I sit up. "I like danger." I whisper, licking my lips.

He's on top of me, his mouth everywhere at once. I'm moaning. I'm so hungry. He tastes so good. He pulls my shirt off and I help him. He pulls my bra down, pausing to look at me, take me all in, whispering something in another language, before devouring me. I'm shocked by how exhilarating it feels. I close my eyes, let him work. Fuck. He's good.

I feel his chi around him, feel it moving into me. It's like having sex on its own, just this feeling alone. My hands slip down his chest as he sucks on a sweet spot on my neck. They dip into the front of his pants, rub against his member. He's so… big. I feel anticipation peek in my chest. I want to feed, want to feed on his chi. I'm so hungry. I'm so, so hungry. I rub him and he pauses, fangs extended, looking at me with hunger in his eyes. Still, there's confusion. He's confused.

"Do you want to ravish this body?" I mumble at him. "Do you want to take me, to claim me?"

"Don't speak of things you don't understand." He growls, his tongue coming out to lick my lips. I moan. His hand follows my route and dip into my shorts, cold fingers rubbing against my core. I moan beneath him. He inserts a finger into me, and he sighs. I grab him in my hand and run against the length of him, squeeze, rub against the tip.

I close my eyes, feel his chi flowing, flowing, and entering me. So amazing. So sweet. So calming.

I'm so hungry.

There's a knock on the door and I yelp, coming back into myself. The beast inside is roaring in anger. I'm so hungry but I reel myself back in. I look at Eric. We've both stopped. I could kill him. I would have. I would have drained him and not have been able to stop.

"This is dangerous." I whispered.

I see the blue return to his eyes. His hand pulls out of my shorts, and I release him. I scramble for my shirt and pull it on, fixing my bra. He's watching me. He's on top of me still, using the edge of the sofa to hold himself above me. I glance up at him. I want to feed.

My body tells me it's necessary, there's nothing wrong with it. I can feed off of him, it'll be fine.

But then I feel shame. I look at this calmer side of him and I don't want to hurt him like that. It feels dangerous to start feeling that way again. I used to care about everyone I fed off of. I almost starved to death, almost died an agonizing death, until I forced myself to believe that feeding was natural, it was who I was, and to deny it was cruel to myself. It was like self mutilation.

Eric surprises me by leaning down and capturing my lips in another kiss. His tongue pushes against my mouth. I let him in without thinking, and we wage war over control before another knock sounds.

I gasp back into myself. "Seriously, dude, I can't." I breathe. I sit, placing my hands on his hard chest, pushing against him with no success. He's a rock.

He frowns, but leans back. "This isn't over." He states simply as I stand and fix my hair. "Come in, Pam." Eric calls, and I heard rich anger filling his voice. I tingle with excitement, and I pause. Why did that excite me? I glance at him again. He's another meal, I tell myself. Not anything else besides another meal.

But he's looking at me with those eyes, undressing me like no one else has done before. Maybe I could stay with him, maybe I could control myself…

A woman, Pam I guess, enters, and glances at me with a lazy smile on her lips. "Smells like sex in here." She hums.

"Your boy got a little feisty." I accuse, looking at Eric.

He raises his eyebrows, and stands tall and intimidating. He leans in real close, his breaths across my neck. "As I recall, you're the one who attacked my first." His tongue flicks out, licks across my skin, his breath trailing it and giving me goose bumps. I shiver.

"I truly am sorry to interrupt." Pam says. I hear Eric sigh, maybe growl. Again, I feel excitement. For some reason I love having him want me so bad. I never take joy in the other men going crazy for me. But Eric, I revel in it. "But there is an important call waiting."

"Tell them to wait." Eric says crisply.

"I would, but this is a certain member of the Texas government you might want to talk to right away."

Eric looks over at her, frowning, before straightening up. He glances down at me, smiles, his eyes flash. "I'll be seeing you soon." he says, but it sounds like a warning. "Your- talents- have peaked my interest."

I was going to say something but I rushed out before I could. My hunger spreads. It's hurting and I need to feed so bad.

I stumble into a mess of people. I gasp. There's loud music and people dancing, sweating, moving against each other. There's so much sex in everyone's chi. It's intoxicating. My walls tremble and begin to crumble. I feed off of the nearest person and they taste so sweet. I shiver. They feel so wonderful, so tasty. I bask in their life force and let it wash over me—

I snap into myself again, shaking my head. I'm losing it. I feel awful, living in this sense of no control. I rush from the bar. I run out into the warm night and look around. I can't find anyone or anything. I start running down the streets, not knowing where I am. All I know is that I'm hungry, I'm so terribly hungry and I want to eat.

I don't know how long I run. But soon my muscles scream for me to stop and my lungs ache, but still I run. I hope I can get so tired to not feel the hunger but even through the pain in my muscles I feel it inside of me, begging for me to feed, almost forcing me to search someone out, take them to the ground, drain them—

There's a car pulling up beside me. I stop, startled by the beams. I looked at the tinted windows as they roll down. "Miss? Do you need help?"

It's a mid thirties man. He balding and he's hefty and he's a pig. I smile. His chi is dirty. I smile wider. His eyes linger on my breast, heaving from running, the sweat tickling all over my body, making my skin shine.

My beast wants something pure to eat, someone who has never done a bad deed in their entire life, but I revel in the fact I won't feel guilt over this man's death. "Yes, thank you." I say. I get in the car. I sit in the leather seat and I roll up the window.

"So where are you going?" he asked. His hand audibly shifts from the gears to the side of my legs. His fingers brush the bare skin there, at the bottom of my shorts.

"Home." I said, watching him intently.

"Alone?"

"Not anymore."

He smirks. He's sweaty. He's wearing a suit and an untied tie. I reach out and I'm not gentle when I grab his bare, flabby neck. "What the—"

He doesn't get to finish. I drain him, kill him, in less than ten seconds. The rate at which I feed off of him is exhilarating. It runs through my body at inaudible speeds. I can't think, all I know is my hunger is quenched for a moment.

I release him, and his eyes are dull as he falls back into his seat. He's dead. I've killed him. I don't know this man, don't know what he is capable of, but I killed him and I feel nothing about it.

I get out of the car.

I stand in the warm night and I stretch.

******************E**********

"I know, Godric." Eric sighs into the phone. "I'm sorry I concerned you. Everything is under control, however."

"You emotions were uncontrolled, Eric." Godric continued. Eric pinched the bridge of his nose. "Never in a thousand years have I felt you lose control like that."

Eric shakes his head. His maker is relentless. He used to love that, but only when it was used against someone else. It sucked when it was used on him. "I had a moment of weakness."

"No, it was more than that." Godric muses. "I think I'll come up."

Eric sits up straighter. "Godric, that is completely unnecessary."

"No, no I think I might know what's happening—I just want to make sure."

"Godric, please, you have matters to attend to in Texas—"

"Eric, are you telling me what my duties are?" he asks. Eric shuts up. "I thought not. I'll be up by the end of next week. Good bye, my child."

The line goes dead and Eric slowly places the phone down on his desk.

He rubs his temples with his cool fingers. What else could go wrong? He knew he should be concerned, scared of Godric's arrival. He was his maker, and of course he loved him, but for Godric to feel the need to come see Eric after so many years should be a matter of concern.

But all he could see was that damn humans face. Although—she wasn't human. He saw her in the parking lot, saw her with Sookie. All she did was touch Sookie's face, and the blonde woman healed. Right in front of his eyes. Eric had thought only vampire blood had powers such as that.

An then the redneck… all she did was touch his cheek and his eyes dulled, disappeared, and he was dead. She gave and took life like it was her power to wield. And she had been shot. He saw her rush past his car, not sure what was happening. He followed in an instant when he heard the gun shots. He saw her walking forward, smelt her blood, and nearly lost control if it had not been for the overwhelming anger he felt at the dick head red neck hurting her. It had startled him, the amount of possession he felt over her. The man shot her again. In the side. She walked on though. She killed him.

His dead heart ached as he remembered her tears. Falling, dripping down her cheeks, landing on the ground. The sound seemed deafening to him in the quiet night. He wanted to grab her, carry her away, hold her until she stopped crying…

He stood from his desk in a swift movement, and with a stroke of his arm threw everything from his desk. It landed against the walls and onto the floor. His lamp shattered. He broke off a piece of the wood on the corner of the desk. Why? Why did he feel this way? The Viking stood, taking in quick unnecessary breathes. All he could see was Alice's face. All he could hear was her heart beat. All he wanted was her, writhing beneath him, her blood rolling across his tongue. But more than that. He wanted her forever, wanted those images to happen every night, wanted her by his side. He ached for it. He ached for her.

He collapsed back into his chair, holding his head in his hands, a Viking prince confused further than he's ever been in his life.

All because of a mortal.

Fuck.

He thought about her in here, just a few moments ago. Kissing her, running his tongue across her skin, tasting her like that. She was sweet and salty and beautiful and gentle. He groaned thinking about it. He had wanted her. Had been furious at Pam for interrupting.

But then he noticed the way she snapped into another state. He had looked at her carefully, watched her entire demeanor change. It was as if she were like them. A vampire. A predator. When Eric hunted like that, he was no longer Eric, but a monster. Eric was left in wonderment thinking of her in her hunting form. Beautiful.

He shook his head. That should not be his main priority. He wanted to know what she was, if she wasn't human. What he had seen in that parking lot had—stunned him.

She was amazing. Beautiful. Spectacular.

She was… his. He nodded his head. He decided he was fascinated with this power of hers, and nothing more. Once he figured her out, had tasted her, he'd throw her aside like every other girl, like he had planned with Sookie. He smiled. But in a place he refused to acknowledge had come to life, he knew this wasn't going to be the way it played out.

*********A*********

I kissed him roughly on the mouth, taking his chi with me as I broke away. I was in his lap, my legs around his waist, his growing member buried inside of me. I grunted, rotating my hips, letting him hit my G-spot. He mumbled something into my neck, I couldn't make out what it was. The contact against him drove me wild.

He pushed me off of him, and I smiled as he turned me around. I rose to my knees and grabbed onto the head board as he dove back into me. I gasped. His hips smacked into me, hitting into me hard and relentlessly. I was gasping, I was close. I grabbed onto my breast, held it in my hand and moaned into the room. "I..I…I'm.. I'm close…"

"Just stay right there." Her grunted. "Right there. Right there. Right there."

I exploded and saw stars, letting his chi come into contact with me. I was feeling full. This was the fifth time tonight. I had to feed him back his own chi just to keep him going. He pulled out of me. I felt his chi stressed, and turned around to him. I smiled and licked my lips, my legs trembling from the orgasm. I gently pushed him onto his back and lowered my face over his member. I grabbed onto it with my hands. It was slick with my juices. My tongue dashed out, sliding across the tip, and he moaned.

I sheathed it in my mouth then, sucking it into the back of my throat until my lips touched his balls. I moaned against him. The noise vibrated against his cock and he thrust up into me. My head bobbed against him, hands twisting against his hard member. "Oh baby." He moaned. "Oh yea. Yea. Oh—oh—Oh—OH!"

I pulled away as he came, watching his pleasure come. I felt it through this chi, his orgasm, and it made him taste sweeter. If he chi hadn't tasted so good wrapped in his orgasm, I would have left him in need rather than finish him off like that. I was breathing heavy as I held onto the side of his face. "Thanks." I said heavily. I stood up.

"What?" he sat up, looking at me. "Where are you going?"

"Home." I said blandly. I was full. I wasn't hungry. And sexually, he had done a bang up job. I just wanted sleep at this point

"You can stay." He said desperately. "Just for the night."

I smiled at him as I pulled my panties on. "No, it's okay Jerry. You know what I'd really like though?"

I walked up close to him, finger tips dancing over his steadily hardening cock. "Hm?" he hummed closing his eyes.

"I'd love if you'd buy me a cab."

His eyes opened and he smiled at me. "I'd love to."

I dressed as he called one, and by the time he started crying, begging for me to stay, the car was downstairs. I said goodbye, and rushed out of there. The driver glanced at the gun holes in my shirt, but said nothing.

"Where to?" he asked.

"Bon Temps please."

He took off, and while I watched the city run away through the window, I wondered if Eric was serious when he said he'd come back. I hated how I hoped he was.

Sookie wasn't in for her lunch shift the next day. When I asked Sam, he told me she had taken the day off. He'd called me into his office soon after I had asked, though.

He waved a hand to the seat in front of his desk, and I sat awkwardly. It was the end of the shift, and I wanted to seek out Sookie's house, see if I had healed her enough. "What the hell happened last night?" Sam said. He was pacing behind his desk, his awful, mutated chi bristling. I wondered what he was… "The cops came and found the dead body of Mack Rattray in the parking lot! And you and Sookie were gone but there was a shit tone of blood that wasn't Mack's, and bullet casings. You told me to stay inside, that you'd handle it, and now I have a dead body on my hands because I trusted you."

I bit my lip. "Sam, I'm sorry." I said, and really I was. "I didn't think about the . . . clean up. I shouldn't have had you go through it blindly."

He shook his head, holding his elbow with his other hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. He sighed deeply. "Tell me what the fuck is going on."

"What—what'd you tell the cops?" I asked cautiously, averting his question.

He glanced at me, frowning deeply. "I said that there had been a vamp in here earlier and had probably drained him." He saw my face, the question I was aching to ask. "I didn't tell them anything about you or Sookie."

I let out a long breathe. "Sam, you have no idea how much I—"

"I don't care." He groaned. "Just tell me why I lied to the god damn cops!"

I bit my lip hard, almost drawing blood. "You know about Sookie's . . . talent?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Are you telling me Sookie killed this guy?"

I shook my head quickly. "No, no not at all. But him and his—wife, I think, or girlfriend or skanky friend, whatever—they were in her section earlier in the night and she . . . heard them."

"Heard them? Jesus could you be any more cryptic?"

I shrugged. "I could if you wanted me to, but that wouldn't help anything…" I trailed off when I saw he wasn't even fighting a smirk. "Okay, you're right, this is serious. She heard them thinking about draining that vampire that was in here earlier."

Sam's eyes hardened. "And she went out to stop them, didn't she?"

I nodded, looking at the floor.

"Why in god's name didn't you stop her?" he accused.

I looked up at him, my own spark of anger and a need to defend myself rising. "You don't think I tried? Do I look like the type of person who'd let a stupid blonde chase after vamp drainers? Jesus, Sam."

He kept his hard gaze for a moment longer before sighing. He dropped his shoulders and sat back into his seat. "I'm sorry." He sighed. "Go on."

I mumbled something under my breath, which he heard by the sharp look he gave me. "So I chased after her, after telling you to stay inside. I didn't want you getting hurt, too."

"Like you would be more likely to protect Sookie?" he accused.

I gave him a look. "Yes, I could." He stared me down. He didn't know what I could do, was only judging me from my skinny arms and petite form. If he knew, he'd never judge me again. "Anyways, she was getting beat the fuck up in the parking lot by that couple."

"The Rattrays?" he asked, eyes widening.

"What other couple was there?" I snapped. "Just sit there and shut the fuck up, Sam, or I'm not telling you. Jesus Christ you're so annoying. Anyways, they were pretty much killing her. So then Mack or whatever his name was tried shooting me when I came to him, then that vampire showed up out of nowhere and killed the guy and then healed Sookie."

I smiled. Good lie, Alice. Well done.

"No bite marks were found on his body." Sam said, eyeing me.

I shrugged. "Maybe he snapped his neck?"

"No sign of neck trauma. Or any trauma of any kind. No bruises, except for a distinct one on his cheek."

"Then he probably hit him."

"No blunt force trauma."

"Whatever, Sam!" I cried. "He's dead, Sookie's alive. That's all she wrote."

He looked at me from behind his deck, eyeing me. I felt like I needed to scurry away and hide. "Thank you." He said finally. I glanced at him, surprised.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't know what you did, or how you did it. But thank you for saving Sookie."

I looked at him cautiously for a moment. Was he going to tell someone? Was he going to fire me?

"Okay." I said quietly.

Sam smiled. "Quit squirming. Your secret, whatever that may be, is safe with me. Go home. Get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow for the dinner shift."

I breathed out and smiled. "Thank you so much, Sam."

I rushed out of there, breathing heavy. I was throwing my apron into the backseat and driving out of there, heading to Sookie's, before I could blink.

How many freaking people were going to know what I was here? It's been three days since I've been here, and I've killed two guys, saved a telepath, caught the attention of a vampire and now even my inhuman boss knows something it up with me. Should I leave?

Sookie's house was tall and ancient, running against the side of a cemetery. I pulled into the driveway, behind her own car, and turned the engine down. Bugs sang in her yard and the heat hit me hard as I walked up to her porch. It was old, but quaint and I found myself smiling. I began thinking that if I were to buy a house, I'd want a porch like this. I'd like to have a swing, just like that one.

Before I could even knock, Sookie was pulling the door open. I froze, and looked at her. She must have heard me, my mind I mean, when I walked up. I wondered how she'd react. Would she slap me, or run screaming, or fall into shock? She stood in the doorway, staring at me with wide innocent eyes.

And then she charged me. I stood still, waiting to accept her hit, but it never came. Instead she rushed at me and pulled me into a lung crushing hug. I took a step back, startled. My eyes were wide and staring. Awkwardly, I reached my arms around her, and patted her back. "Sook?" I asked, careful.

She pulled back, and tears stained her cheeks. "Thank you so much." She gasped, lips trembling.

"Oh. Oh god, don't cry." I begged.

She grabbed onto my hands and pulled my inside. Completely shaken, I was a puppet in her hands. The inside of her house was old, matching the outside. It smelled of dust and age. "Nice house." I said, quietly.

She giggled and pulled me into the kitchen. I took a seat at a worn table while she bustled around, making tea. "I have so much I want to ask you." Sookie threw over her shoulder me.

I sighed, but knew this was going to happen, so I was prepared. "How are you feeling?"

"Fantastic." She breathed. I knew she wasn't lying. Her chi was practically humming with life. And her skin was flawless. Odd. I remembered leaving her with a slightly fractured femur and plenty of cuts and bruises. But she was walking fine now and she looked as if she'd never suffered from as little as a pimple in her entire life. "When Eric took you, I was left in the parking lot. I made it to my car fine, but my leg was still hurting, I could barely walk. But then that thing you did to me, I think it still lingered inside of me and even though you weren't touching me, I continued to heal."

I stared at her, concerned by this. "And you're completely fine now?"

"Mhmm." She hummed, racing over to me with two hot mugs in her hands. I thanked for mine. "In fact, I feel better than I have in a long time. It's like, even though I'm healed, whatever you did to me was still working on me. I feel energized and healthy and my telepathy has been through he roof. I can hear voices all the way across town."

I frowned. "That sounds awful." I muttered.

She smiled wider. "That's the thing though! I'm stronger than I've ever been and I can completely block them out of my mind at will!"

I sat back in my seat, playing with the tea packet hanging over the side of the mug. "Have you told anyone?" I asked carefully.

"Of course not." She breathed. "I'd never."

I looked up at her, and offered her a small smile. "Good. You can never tell anyone, not even your vampire boyfriend or your brother or anyone. Ever. I've never given my chi away to anyone before, and I didn't know it could have this—effect—on someone."

"Your chi?" Sookie asked, head titled to the side. "Is that what you gave me?"

I sighed, but nodded. I owed her an explanation, I knew this, but I'd never done it before, never told anyone outright. It felt odd, even though it was my own secret to tell. "It's life force." I explained quietly. "Everyone has it. I feed off of it."

Sookie was quiet for a moment. "Feed? You mean, the chi you gave me wasn't your own?"

I bit my lip and shook my head. "No. I don't know if I have my own life force." I refused to show her how much this thought scared me. "But I see everyone else's. I can taste it in the air, moving and turning and breathing into me. Life forces are drawn to me, Sookie, as if their entire point in life is to belong to me, for me to take it."

"I—I think I remember Mack." Sookie said, scrunching up her eyes. "You touched him, and he fell. Was that you? Were you feeding?"

I nodded slowly. "He was hurting you, Sook."

She cringed. "I remember." She paused for a moment. "Thank you. For saving me."

I smiled. "Any time."

"So why'd you collapse like that then?" she asked, continuing her barrage of questions. "After you healed me, you just passed out and Eric had to take you away."

I shrugged. "I gave you all the chi I had. I was empty."

She glanced at me with sad eyes. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Alice. I'd never have asked you to do that for me—"

"I know." I said softly, smiling. "That's why I did it."

She paused for a moment and sipped on her tea. "How are you here now, then? If you'd given me all your chi, how're you alive?"

"I fed."

"Is it like a vampire?" she asked innocently, and I smiled.

"No, not like a vampire. No biting or blood involved. Just skin contact."

"Oh." She said quietly. "Do you—I mean, can you control it? Or is it like Mack every time you feed?"

She blushed furiously from her question, and I smiled sadly. "At first it was." I said quietly, holding the mug in my hands, letting its heat burn my fingers. The scar on my abdomen burned in memory, bitter to the taste. My moms face came to mind, when she was faced with the monster in me, the look in her eyes as she recognized me as something inhuman, no longer her own daughter. "But I'm better, I can control it. Unless I'm hungry, starving."

"So—so yesterday did you—you know?"

I nodded.

She was quiet for a long time. "You kill people?" she asked, breathless.

I looked up at her, and felt oddly hurt by the accusations in her eyes. "You don't know what it's like." I said awkwardly. "All you do is read minds. You can do it without a seconds thought. It's like breathing to you, and there are no strings attached. But I live off of others chi's. I can take medicines, eat healthy, drink plenty of fluids and do anything a human can to be healthy, but I'd die. What I need is chi. I'd die without it."

"But you don't have to kill people." Sookie breathed. She was so sweet, I could feel her chi breaking over those souls I had killed.

"Last night, Sook, I was empty." I said, explaining slowly. "I had nothing inside of me. The last of my chi was given to you and I was hungry. It hurt so bad. It hurt me deep, deep down inside of me, worse than anything else. I can't control it then. I'm an animal."

She looked unsure. "I understand." She lied.

I shook my head. "No, you don't. But I don't care. I've accepted it a long time ago, even if you haven't for yourself."

She looked at me for a moment, her lip trembled, and she looked down.

"How do you do it? Feed, I mean?" she asked to her shoes.

I smiled. She was so curious. "I told you. I touch their skin, and their chi flows into me. It's easy. There is no effort involved on my part. The chi wants to be with me. I let it."

"Does it taste good?" she mused.

I sighed. Her questions were getting annoying. "Yea, sometimes. Mack's tasted bad last night. You taste very good, however, probably because you're not human."

She blushed. I smiled. Too innocent. "It's best with sex, though, easiest to feed from." I commented, watching her blush deepen. This was suddenly fun. "When a man orgasms, it rushes into me, makes me climax, and it's exhilarating. It's the best thing you could have ever felt."

"It's getting late." She said quickly, looking out the window over her sink, at the black sky. I frowned.

I pushed my chair back and stood. "Remember, tell no one, Sookie." I said. She was till blushing when she looked up at me, but nodded solidly.

"Thanks, again, Alice." She said.

"Really, no problem." I lied. It had actually been a huge problem. I almost killed a vampire, and ended up killing a pervert and having sex with a random stranger in his apartment, though the latter was not uncommon on my part.

I left her house then, and drove home quietly, with the windows rolled down and the warm heat of the night air rushing in at me.

I live in a small condo, owned by Sam. That's how I got the job for him, actually. He mentioned his bar when I was signing the lease forms, and one thing led to another and I landed an interview. It was a nice place. With the few things I owned, I made it home.

And home was being occupied by a damn sexy car in the driveway.

I pulled up in front of my place and got out cautiously. Unless I forgot buying a Ferrari, then I had a visitor. I walked slowly up to my house, eyeing the car. Up the porch steps and to the door. A hand grabbed my shoulder and I turned around, fists flying.

Eric caught my hand before I could hit him. He was smiling. "Hello, lover." He breathed.

"Lover? Oh, god no." I pulled my wrist from his hand and turned back to the door, fingering the keys, trying to find the one to unlock it.

I felt Eric's chi stiffen, and I turned around, surprised by the fury I felt. What had I done know? His eyes were icy when he stared down at me. "You were with another man." He stated. Not a question, but an accusation.

"Yeah?" Why'd that matter to him at all?

He leaned in close, pinning me against my door. My breath caught in my throat. I was motionless as he breathed against my shoulder, across my chest behind my ear. I shivered. "Your body belongs to me." He whispered, biting the lobe of my ear.

I shoved at his chest, but he was immovable. "It so does not, Eric." I hissed. "I own my body. Jesus back off!"

He straightened, but didn't move. The ice remained in his eyes, but a cocky grin was stuck to his face. "Once you have me, you'll never want another man." He promises.

"Oh yea?" I argue. "I doubt it."

He smiles, taking the challenge. My heart skips a beat. Secretly, I'm glad he took the challenge. Outwardly, I'm scared shitless.

"Did this man last night make you scream his name?" he hummed, trailing a cold finger across my collar bone. "Did he fill you so completely you felt you could burst? Did you think of him the moment he left you empty, begged for his cock to fill you?"

I slapped his hand away. "Don't speak like that to me, Eric." I hissed.

He smiled, fangs clicked out. I had turned him on, if the tent in his pants told me right, and I had no idea what I'd even done. I slapped him around a few times, that was all.

And god damn it my body rumbled with hunger. I growled. I had fed last night! I'd fed until I hurt I was so full. But him standing in front me, talking to me like that, undressing me with his eyes, made me ache with hunger.

I smiled, hiding the burn inside. "You know," I said, stepping closer to him. He looked down at me, matching my hunger. I ran my hands up his broad chest, over his shoulders. I breathed him in. His chi, oh god it tasted so good. I trembled from the taste of it. "He took me on his counter, first." I hummed.

I felt his chest growl. I smiled. "And then we moved to the bedroom. I was on top of him. I made him cry out my name."

His chest was rumbling, my finger tips were dancing over his neck, his face. I smiled up at him, the anger forming in his eyes. "He made me cum all over him, made me scream."

He shoved me back against the door. Eyes wide, I stared up at him, but he was attacking me before I could breath. Lips sucked on my mine, tongue pushing for access. I opened my mouth, breathed into him, and fought him for control. He tasted so sweet. He took both my hands in one of his large ones and pinned them above my head. He released my mouth, leaving me panting. His lips trialed down my neck, fangs scraping over the skin lightly. I gasped. He felt so good, I wanted him, craved him.

"You're never going to scream for another man again." He warned. I moaned. His hand tugged at the hem of my shirt before his hands slipped up underneath the shirt, over the smooth skin of my stomach, up and up, until he cupped my covered breasts. Fingers teased my nipples, making me squirm. "You're only ever going to beg for me, for my cock to fill you, for my touch on your skin."

His hand moves back down my stomach and unbuttoned my work shorts. I seem to always be wearing them when he takes me like this.

I should stop him, push him back , go back inside. But he feels so nice, his chi tastes amazing, so beautiful. He fingers dance over my clit, making me gasp. My eyes flash open, and he's staring at me, eyes black. He's so beautiful. He glows in the night sky. I ache for him. He enters me with one finger, slowly, achingly slow, and I cry out for him.

"Eric!" I moan.

He smiles. "Do you want me, Alice?" he breaths, face leaning into my neck. He nibbles on the tender skin, making me moan. "Beg for me, lover."

"Eric." I plead. "Please."

He uses another finger, then another, and begins pumping into me while his thumb circles my clit. I gasp and writhe beneath him, sweat tingling my skin. He feels so good, makes me feel amazing. "Cum, lover." He says into my neck. "Scream my name."

"Eric—I'm—you're—oh, oh, OH!" I'm so close, I can feel the tension building in my lower stomach. 'I'm so close. So close." I breathe into him. I feel his fangs against my skin and I feel an overwhelming urge for him to bite me, to feed off of me like I do to him.

I explode around his fingers, core tightening around him. I cry out his name.

Eric breaths me in and I feel his fangs clearer than ever. "Mine." Eric sighs against me, fingers pumping, riding through my orgasm. "Mine."

With a growl that erupts through his chest and into mine, he sinks his fangs into my neck, marking me as his.

I jolt awake, falling from my bed and onto the floor with a hard thud. I sit up quickly and look around. I wasn't on my porch, Eric wasn't with me. I felt along my neck, but there was no bite wound. I let out a sigh.

I could barely remember driving home from Sookie's and curling up on my bed with a book, falling asleep slowly. I stood up on shaky legs. I'd heard vampire blood could make you horny, but having dreams about Eric? Jesus.

Warm light streamed into the house, warming me. I quickly grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom in need of a warm shower. Inwardly, I still felt Eric's fingers and it made me ache with need.

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He awoke instantly, as he did every night, but he had an erection that ached. She'd dreamed about him, he felt her need while he rested, felt her ache for him. He moaned, wondering what she had imagined him doing to her, knowing eventually it would come true.

He stood up quickly, glancing at the time. She'd be at work. He was guilty of checking out her work schedule the other night, and now he knew what she was working this entire week. He stood from his bed, naked, wanting to go to her but knowing it was useless to go while she worked.

He rushed into his bathroom and ran the water. He had dreamed of her, as well. Of her hands and her voice, calling for him, coming around him, sweating and smiling.

He moaned and moved under the warm water.

She had glanced up at him with hooded eyes and in that soft voice of hers had begged him to fill her. He grabbed onto his aching member and began to slowly pump, imaging her hand instead of his, kneeling in front of him, burning with the need to pleasure him.

He saw her smile, wrap her beautiful mouth around his cock, licking and sucking at it. Eric grabbed onto the shower wall for support, pumping at his member fast, and faster, feeling a tightening in his stomach. Alice would be gleeful, he saw, as she watched him moan. He'd grab onto her hair in his fist gently, moving her against him in a perfect rhythm

"Alice!" he growled, coming with a heavy sigh. He saw her swallow his load, lick her lips, and rise to her feet, ready to service him.

He opened his eyes in the shower and growled. He'd just masturbated, alone, in a shower. He hadn't had to masturbate in over a century.

What in hells name was this girl doing to him?