The End

I'd never expected to have an eventful life in Shreveport, much less have become so involved in vampire dealings, but I shouldn't have been surprised, vampires were a very real part of day to day, or rather night to night, life and I needed to either accept it as part of my life now or banish it for good, however the latter was proving particularly difficult. Especially considering my current work assignment and also considering that the Viking that had been toying with my affections was standing yet again on my porch.

Looking entirely scrumptious in a grey suit, managing to make the ensemble seem effortless despite its expense, Eric stood in all his glory at my door. He wore a black shirt, unbuttoned to reveal an enticing amount of his chest. Dangling around his neck was a curious pendant, that I didn't recall seeing before. He cleared his throat impatiently, he was conceited, and he was here to use me yet again.

"What do you want?" I said, attempting to block the doorway, opposing his welcome but not uttering the words. I would only use those as a last resort; I'd been doing my homework, in case such an event was to occur as I would need a vampire out of my house.

"Evie," he smiled, "Don't be so hostile."

I raised my eyebrow at him and crossed my arms, "Seriously, Eric? What do you expect? I'm sick and tired of you using me. I'm not a replacement for your stupid waitress and I never will be." My anger fuelled by my distress at the situation of my unrequited affection. It was my own fault, and a delayed rebound I'd reasoned, I'd let him get to me. As much as I wanted to blame him, blame his blood, blame the whole world; I'd let myself fall for him, it was nobody's fault but my own. Eric removed his hand from his pocket and stroked my cheek, "But we have so much fun," he grinned and glanced past me into the kitchen.

I shrugged off his hand, "Irrelevant. I won't be your booty call anymore." Eric smirked at my comment and pushed by me into the house. I sighed, rolling my eyes and followed him into the kitchen, "What do you think you're doing?"

He ignored me and took a seat at the table and my mind had a fleeting reminder of the encounter we'd had there, when he'd let me see a part of him…No! My resolve strengthened. I wouldn't give in.

"I have discovered something this evening," he said loosely. He was luring me in; he knew I would wish to discover what he knew.

I sighed a heavy breath and took a seat opposite him, "Go on…" I conceded after a while, curiosity getting the better of me. He'd not tried to seduce me or bite me, it must be something important.

"I know why I cannot glamour you." He fiddled absently with the table mat. I shot my eyes at him, instantly alert. What was wrong with me? Was I not normal?

Eric paused a while before he pushed his chair back and stood up, straightening his jacket, "But I can see you do not want me here so I shall leave." He walked purposefully by me with deliberate slowness.

I reached out and grabbed his sleeve, "Stay." His expression full of content and satisfaction, he stepped back and perched on the edge of the table next to where I sat. I looked up at him through stiff eyes.

"You recall how Bill's work is Sookie?" Eric began, I nodded unsure of the direction of this conversation. I wanted to know why he couldn't control me, though obviously he wasn't overly bothered that he couldn't or he wouldn't be telling me, "Well, she's not the only human that's a part of his work."

My eyes widened as I read between the lines, "What?" I said, aghast.

"You, and I for that matter, have been part of an experiment. One of the Queen's little games, though I must admit a better one than the dice game she had me playing this evening …" he trailed off.

"The Queen of Louisiana is bothered about me?"

"Don't flatter yourself Evie, Bill chose you, not Sophie-Ann," he reached over and tucked my hair behind my ear, "Though I'm quite sure you'd take her fancy."

I flapped his hand away, irked, "Eric, you can either explain to me now and stop pissing about or you can get the fuck out of my house. Your choice."

He made an effort to sigh, "…Pick a human and glamour them not to be glamoured…" he mumbled lightly.

I frowned at him, "So you've glamoured me not to be glamoured? What? I'm sorry Eric I don't get it."

"Not by me, I assure you. Bill glamoured you into being unsusceptible to my influence. According to the Queen, Bill chose you because of your circumstances, your isolation here and your acceptance of vampires as a whole."

"Bill wouldn't do that?" I stated, but it was more a sombre question. Maybe he would. I hadn't seen or spoken to him in an age.

"Yes he would, Sookie is to be procured for the Queen's collection…" Eric answered, "A telepath would be quite the acquisition for the Royal Court. And he loves her, what makes you think he would treat you differently?"

My head was boggled and Eric left me in silence as he wandered out onto the back deck. I followed out after him and sat down next to him on one of the recliners, "Why you though?" I asked after a while as the thought popped into my head, "Why did it have to be your influence?"

Eric shrugged, "I assume, to keep me out of Bill's other endeavours." I rolled my eyes, Sookie…again.

"Well, that worked well then didn't it," I replied sarcastically, "You think they'd know better, knowing you and all." Eric smirked and looked out onto the garden and we fell into a comfortable silence.

"Do they know it worked?" I said after a while.

Eric caressed my cheek and brought my face to meet his gaze, "No," he replied, "And they never will."

I looked away, he had a look in his eye that I didn't know. What did he need me for? Why was he here? Why did he feel I should know? He could've kept this revelation to himself and I would've been none the wiser. Perhaps this signified a change in our relationship, finally a level…ish...playing field. He was still vampire after all, whilst I still remained human and therefore food. However, he'd let me share in a part of his life, I understood his loss with Godric; I'd lost someone too. Was it just that I simply wasn't enough for him. In the end I suppose, I wasn't Sookie.

I took a deep breath and returned his gaze, "Will you ever be able to glamour me?"

"I don't know," he replied honestly, "But you'd like me to try."

"I would?" Before I could actually answer with a response, I felt the peculiar sensation of Eric's influence begin to radiate towards me. His eyes glazed and I became their one and only focus. Despite the intent, I remained fully aware of the situation in front of me. Several moments passed us by before I shook my head no and cast my gaze downward. Eric's fingers caught my chin and lifted up to meet his gaze again. Our eyes met with an understanding; he couldn't glamour me and he wouldn't try to again. A tear slipped down my cheek. A tear for what I do not know, maybe it was the knowledge that our impending liaison would be my last one with Eric, for his heart belonged to another, I wasn't ignorant enough to overlook it, his love for Sookie had become evident to me, even if not to him. However it was stupid to fight something we both knew was going to happen.

Looking at his face I softly kissed him. Eric was surprised at first but returned the advance wantonly. My tongue sought solace in his and I rippled it along his teeth, teasing out his fangs. He pressed me backward onto the wooden recliner and settled himself above me. Breaking the contact of our lips, he sucked at my ear lobe, stealing a gasp of breath from me. I pushed his suit jacket from his shoulders and threw it to one side, finding his shirt buttons I began undoing them, one by one, as Eric fluttered kisses down my neck. Strong hands found my breasts and began kneading through the fabric of my tee. Finally free of his shirt, I could caress his back and firmly secure my hand under the waistband of his trousers, teasingly not slack enough to get a hold of his firm ass. He pushed his hips against mine, giving me the sure fire telltale sign of his arousal. My heart thumped within my chest and I ground my hips up to him, inviting him despite my reservations. My jeans and panties were his next target and they were removed swiftly and cast aside on the deck. Eric's head disappeared from my neck and moved steadily towards my centre. A noise of content escaped my lips as his tongue found my sensitive spot, and I was pleased Mrs Wilson's garden didn't overlook my deck. His tongue increasingly worked its magic, and he was careful to not to prick me on his fangs and I came tenderly and quietly at his will.

I reached out and cupped his cheek to pull him to me, kissing him deeply. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed against his manhood, straining the fabric of his trousers, inviting him inside. His hand snuck between our bodies and released himself. Positioning against my opening he slid slowly into me, a gasp of fullness escaped from my lungs. Withdrawing to his tip with as little speed as I thought possible, he bit down and sucked on my tongue before sinking deep into me. He began a steady pace and together we rode out several of my climaxes, wave after wave as he lapped up the blood that was ebbing into my mouth. He was making sure I understood this connection tonight was on my terms, I had initiated it after all; a final union before quietly parting ways. Finally, unable to hold out any longer, with me at the crest of another flourish, Eric's speed increased and we came together, I let out a small cry as I pulsated around him, drawing his own peak from him.

He collapsed atop me and we lay there for a while, before he lifted himself from me and pulled on his trousers. I hadn't even realised he'd taken them off. Reaching across the recliner he quietly handed me my own underwear and denim jeans, which I slipped back into as he shrugged his shirt over his shoulders. He sat back down beside me. We sat in silence for a few minutes.

"I think you should leave," I said, unable to look him in the eye.

"Why?" he replied emptily. He knew why.

"I can't do this anymore. You want her, you should go get her." I stood and went to the back door, stepping over the threshold.

"Evie, wait," Eric said and flashed over to me, "Don't…"

"You're not welcome here anymore," I interrupted flatly and another tear rolled down my cheek as he took an involuntary step backward away from the door. Eric looked like he was about to say something, but thought better of it. Probably something cocky and arrogant, I mused briefly.

He strode to the top of the steps and glanced back to me, "You know where I'll be," he said, before vanishing into the sky.

A small smile parted my lips; I finally had the upper hand. Finally was able to say enough, no more. Yet the smile faded as quickly as it had come as I noticed Eric's suit jacket draped across the recliner. I sighed and retrieved it, shaking my head. The bloody Viking was always thinking one step ahead.

Suddenly a heavy crunch of twigs and leaves rustling reached my ears. My eyes quickly darted around the dark night of the garden and I thought I glimpsed a figure but the shape disappeared into the trees before my eyes could focus.

Holding Eric's jacket close to me, I went inside the safety of the house, locking the door behind me. I placed it across the back of the armchair; I suppose I was intended to return it to him. He could wait for it. I plonked myself down within the cushions of the sofa and reached forward to grab the TV remote, when I noticed the envelope of Eric's Dallas money sitting on the coffee table. Completely forgotten. An apprehensive grin crept across my face.

I guess I wasn't done with Eric after all.

AN

And that take us to the end of Season 2 and the end of this story. Fangs for the reviews and comments folks :). I do plan on continuing Evie's story so keep an eye out for the next edition. Ooh there's season 3 to play with yet, and a whole year without that damn waitress!

Much love, Flamink xXx