Chapter 2:
One Sided
I met Eric Northman five years ago when I was 18. Of course this was a time when humans didn't know vampires existed. I didn't know vampires existed. But when I met him for the first time, he knew exactly what I was. A witch. And he used this piece of information to his advantage.
At the time, Eric owned a bar for vampires. It only served blood and the service was only for vampire. No humans allowed.
I had just graduated from high school. My parents kicked me out because I was too much of a freak for them. I didn't get my witch powers from them. So they didn't understand what I was going through. I had no one to show me the ropes.
That's where he came in.
It was late one night. I was walking home to my rundown apartment in Dallas, Texas; that was when I was grabbed from behind. My attacker bites me on the neck. I was loosing consciousness when Eric found us. He stops my attacker. I remember it as if it was yesterday.
I felt pain in my neck. I tried to fight back but it was no use. I was too weak. The pain got worse and worse. Just when I thought the pain would never stop…it did. I was thrown to the ground. I looked up to see a tall man with blonde hair hold my attacker by the throat. My knight in shinny…wow he's tall.
"I realize you might be new at this, but your maker should have explained to you…we do not feed like this…not when everything is about to change," my tall knight let the man go, "Having Ben as a maker is your first strike."
The man runs off. The tall man looks at me from my spot on the ground, "Don't you know, little girl, that it's not safe to be walking this late at night alone…"
He stopped talking and the next thing I know is that he has me up against the wall. He puts his face close to my neck. He takes a long sniff and looks me directly in the eye, "What are you?"
"What are you talking about?" I ask in a high pitched voice.
He leans in and licks the side of my neck where my attacker bit me. This is the first time that I realize that he had drew blood.
He closed is eyes, just stood there, and still had be pinned to the wall. The only sound coming from the pair of us was my harsh breathing.
He opens his eyes finally, "I know. I can taste it."
"Taste it?" I ask.
He looks at me closer, "You don't know…What is your name, child?"
"Jenny," I lied.
"Jenny, what's your real name."
"If I tell you, will you let me go," I said.
"Probably not…We can do a trade off. My name is Eric."
"Rebecca," I whispered.
Eric told me what I was. I had a feeling that I was different. I just didn't know that it had a name.
He told me that he was a vampire. Of course, I didn't believe him at first. But he made me a true believer.
I didn't see him again for a few weeks. I used that time to learn about magic.
One night he showed up outside my apartment and offered me a job. I did odd jobs for him. Over time, Eric became more of a friend and helped me make contacts with the witch community. Even though, vampires and witches hate each other.
As my magic grew, the odd jobs became more complicated. By this time, the vampire community came out of the closet. My job description expanded to making vampire buildings, businesses, and housing safe by using protection spells; not only for Eric but also for other vampires that he knew personally, like the Sheriff that lived in Dallas.
Soon the friendship I saw in Eric was no longer one sided. He saw me as an alley/friend. I began to care for him. I didn't mean to but I fell in love with him.
Unlike the friendship, this was one sided.