Hi people who are reading this. That makes you cool btw. Please don't hesitate to review cause well… I kinda love it. I'm narcissistic that way. So you know, here's the first chapter for your reading pleasure.

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Summer Jane

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That was all two months ago. The first time Rachel met Eric, the first kiss and all that seemed like forever ago to her. So here she was, 8 weeks later, looking in a beautiful mirror, hung on a elegant bathroom wall next to a porcelain bathtub and sink, wondering how she got here. She wiped the steam from the mirror and brushed through her wet, light brown hair until all the knots were gone. She stared into the reflection of her emerald green eyes and wrapped a towel around herself. She was trying to see what Eric saw when he called her "vacker" which meant "beautiful" in Swedish as it turned out. She still didn't get it. Rachel glanced at her watch and saw that it was 5pm. He was probably awake already. She sucked in a deep breath and wrapped the towel more securely around her body. Even though it had been 2 months since she'd know him and 1 month since she'd accepted that she was "his", she was still nervous every time she saw him. She calmed her nerves as best as she could and stepped out into his (or was it theirs? She didn't want to assume anything) bedroom.

"Good evening älskare (lover). He purred in his usual manner that made her weak in the knees. He beckoned for her to join him in bed, "Why were you not beside me when I awoke?" He scolded her sternly.

"I took a shower." She answered.

"I would rather you wait to do such mundane things. I like the feeling of your warm body beside mine when I rise." He instructed her.

"You also prefer breakfast in bed." She scowled.

"That's true as well." He laughed and his fangs clicked out. She flinched. She hated this part. Most people seem to think that it is extremely pleasurable to get fed on. Well she didn't take their point of view. Maybe when they were doing… other things… then it was nice but not now. Eric kept drinking from her until she was begging him to stop, "It's what I am älskare, one day you're just going to have to accept that." Rachel nodded and faced away from him. She was still drifting down memory lane. She kept flashing back to the time when she had to tell all her friends in her former home of Bon Temps that she was moving. That included an angry blowout with her on and off boyfriend, Jason Stackhouse. But the thing that was really on her mind was that she hasn't heard from her best friend Claire in over two weeks. She tried phoning, texting, emailing… she even tried Facebook! Claire never responded or picked up though. It was starting to really worry her.

"Is Godric coming tonight?" Rachel asked Eric hopefully. She really liked Godric, he was kind and caring and sweet to her all the time. She loved being around him. He was so… calming.

"I have some business to attend to, so probably not, no." He laughed without humor, "Sometimes I think that you like him more than me."

"I do." She teased and she kissed his chest lightly when he growled at her, "What business must you 'attend' to."

"Just a V dealer, he's being contained at the moment in the basement but I need to question him tonight." Rachel shivered at the mention of the basement. She had been down there once for one of Eric's sick games and she didn't plan on ever going back.

"Can't I just stay here then? She asked. She was hoping that his answer would be 'of course Rachel, whatever you want' but when it came to Eric she never got what she wanted.

"Don't be silly Rachel, Chow will be busy assisting me tonight so I need you to bartend for me." He told her, brushing her hair out with his fingers.

"Okay, whatever you need." Rachel like to surprise Eric sometimes by saying the exact opposite of what he expected her to say. He looked at her for a moment in silence before laughing.

"Always with the unexpected, common then, we should go soon. I have some paperwork to complete before the bar opens." Eric grinned. Rachel hopped up to get changed into something appropriate for working at a vampire bar. She tried on a cute red skirt and the official Fangtasia; black t-shirt that Eric had given her for such occasions. Eris shook his head disapprovingly when she came out to show him, "That skirt is much too short." Eric literally ripped it off her and threw it on the other side of the room.

"I liked it." She grumbled.

"Too short for others to see, too long for my tastes." Eric said in full seriousness, "Try on those new jeans I bought you."

"Jeans?" She asked skeptically. He nodded and threw them at her dismissively. Eric was already dressed in his usual black tank top and jeans. She smiled at his exposed chest and arms, "So you're allowed to wear that tease of an outfit but I'm not allowed to wear a skirt?"

"Put them on now!" He barked, clearly not amused. She retreated a little and he rolled his eyes, "I said now." His voice was a little softer. Rachel nodded and thought 'when did he lose his sense of humor?' She bitterly slipped on the pair of jeans, "Excellent they fit perfectly." Eric clapped his hands together and retrieved a brush to comb through her hair once again. He it together into a high ponytail and allowed her to apply some makeup before shoeing her out the door.

When they got to Fangtasia, Pam was at the door to greet them. She eyed Rachel before smiling; " Jag sa ju Eric det spelar ingen roll vad du klär henne i att hon fortfarande ser läckra (I told you Eric it doesn't matter what you dress her in she still looks delicious)." Pam said. Rachel hated it when they talked in a different language. She never knew if they were saying good things or bad thing but she did know they were talking about her. Eric didn't seem amused by Pam's comment, which made her even more uncomfortable.

"Jo jag försökte mitt bästa Pamela, kanske du bör bevaka henne ikväll om du är så bekymrad (Well I tried my best Pamela, perhaps you should keep watch on her tonight if you're so concerned)." Eric retorted.

"And miss all the fun? I don't think so." Pam gave one more glance over Rachel before stepping aside as Eric led her into the club and stationed her at the bar. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her full on the lips. Rachel could feel everyone's eyes on her and she knew Eric was marking his "property". He assumed that in addition to the marks on her neck this would mean that nobody would dare touch her. He kissed her once more on the neck before disappearing into the back of the club.

~Rachel~

"Can I have a sip of A Positive, and I don't mean Tru Blood." A vampire winked at me, he was suddenly in front of me sitting at the bar. I knew I was an A Positive blood type and I didn't plan on sharing with this creep.

"Sorry I'm only serving Tru Blood." I tried to be as polite as possible.

"Oh really? Doesn't look like that considering the bite marks on your neck." He was staring intently at where Eric's teeth had left puncture wounds.

"I'm Eric's." I stated. It wasn't the first time I had said so in this bar.

"Then where is he?" The vampire persisted with a victorious smirk on his face. I took a step away from him. He was really starting to freak me out. His hair was pitch black as were his eyes. I didn't see why he was wasting his time with me when he could probably have his pick of any women at this bar.

"Please don't make me go get him." I threatened.

"Go ahead." He reached out to touch my lips with his cold fingers, "See I know Eric Northman a little and I know that he only cares about himself. But go right ahead a fool yourself into thinking differently cause when he tells you he doesn't give a shit…" He smiled and his fangs were fully extended, "I'll be right here waiting and then we'll have a little fun of our own." I backed off and practically ran from the bar. I heard his menacing chuckling coming and then him yelling from behind me, "I'll be patient doll but only 'cause you're just too scrumptious looking to give up on." Tears were stinging in my eyes until they finally fell down my cheeks. My lips burning from where he had touched me. I wrapped my arms around my waist and knocked repeatedly on the door of a room in which I heard shouts coming from. Pam opened the door and looked at me disapprovingly. I was shaking on the spot.

"Your master is not really in the right mood right now." She said and tried to close the door on me.

"Pam." I heard Eric say from inside the room. Pam sighed and opened the door to let me in. Eric was before me in an instant. His hands gripping my arms tightly, I noticed that his hair and mouth was covered in blood, "Is there a reason you have abandoned your station, leaving my customers down a bartender?" He asked sternly.

"T-there's t-this v-vampire who won't go away and he's saying things that… w-well you know." I tried to be as brave as possible but I was really shaken up.

"I told you to tell them you're mine when this comes up. Must you always be so stubborn?"

"I-I did b-but well he didn't believe me and h-he said that if I d-didn't prove it he would…" I didn't even have to finish my sentence.

"Chow." Eric looked up from me while he put a hand on my cheek and softly started brushing the teardrops away, "Escort the gentleman in question out immediately and make sure it is clear that he is not to return." Chow glared at me but followed Eric's instructions and left the room. I felt sick looking at Eric with all that blood on his face and backed away from him slowly. Pam was grumbling something and urged him to sit down so she could start snipping at his hair with the scissors she was holding.

"Rachel?" I heard someone that I hadn't yet noticed inside the room ask. I looked around and saw Lafayette - the fry cook from Merlotte's and one of my best friends – sitting on a chair meekly. He was also covered in blood and around his neck was a huge metal chain that could only be described as a dog collar of sorts.

"Oh my god." I stood still as I looked him over then I snapped out of it and ran to throw my arms around him, "Lafayette? Where have you been? Everyone's been real worried about you, Tara especially. I didn't know if you were ever coming back, people have been talking you know?" I was so wrapped up in this new revelation that Lafayette was okay that I didn't notice Eric watching me curiously.

"Bitch," Lafayette said affectionately, "you better get your nice ass the hell outta here and don't come back. I don't want to mix you up in all this shit too."

"Mixed up in what? What happened to you? I retreated a little to stare at Eric who was staring right back at me.

"She needs to know nothing." Eric hissed sternly to Lafayette who nodded, "How do you know each other?" He asked me in a more pleasant tone.

"He works at Merlotte's with me. Eric what's going on?" I asked again this time more assertively.