DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything you recognize! And I am not making any money off this!

AN: My first review was perfect!

TrinityIsis: Thank you so much for your lovely review! I'm not trying to knock any writer at all but when I read a story and Eric is all sweet and affection from beginning to end I don't get into as much because a lot of the attraction for me is that at any second he could just snap and maybe kill you! Ha-ha But please continue to read and review!

x XRoweenaJAugustineX x: I really appreciate your honesty! I'm sorry you felt it was vague and rushed, that isn't really my purpose but I will try and improve on it asap! Abigail and Eric have a lot of history and you'll understand in the next few chapters why she is defensive! Keep reading and keep reviewing!

Chapter 2:

Abigail sat in a crappy hotel room tapping her fingers on the table. She had been sitting there all day after leaving Fangtasia and checking into the first hotel room she could find. She didn't really know why she was sitting around and not driving straight back to Texas and forgetting this whole stupid trip. She wasn't a psychic, why her dream made her panic like it did was a mystery to even her.

The truth was she was waiting till sundown to see if Eric would call her, she felt stupid for yelling at him and even more stupid for slapping him. They had some epic fights and she had a temper to match his own. What she didn't have was the strength or power of a vampire. So clearly challenging his patience with her wasn't the best of ideas after waltzing into his life after years of not speaking so much as a word to him. He wasn't even the one to tell her that Godric had died.

Godric had been the first vampire she met. At just 16 the whole idea of vampires had been so exciting for her, and he did not disappoint. When he died a small part of her died with him. She loved him. She had loved him. He was gone and it seemed so strange to her that he was alive for 2000 years then he was just gone. Gone.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when her phone began to ring. She yelps slightly and grabbed it from her back pocket.

ERIC

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" Abigail thought about lying to him, just tell him she had left town. But she knew there was no point in angering him again; hell he could probably smell her.

"In a hotel down the road form your club."

"Good, meet me at my house, some human kept me at my club past sunset and I was forced to sleep in a coffin. And you do know how I hate to sleep in those stuffy things."

"Eric, look it was a mistake to come here, I understand that and I'm sorry I upset you this morning. But I think I need to just say goodbye over the phone and that be the end of it."

"Abigail, when I said meet me at my house did it sound like I was asking?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

Abigail hung up the phone and slowly walked to her car. She didn't understand what hold he had over her and why in Gods sweet name she was listening to him like she was a fucking pet—again! It was a short drive to the home that she hadn't been in for 4 years. The Northman home was large and very southern. It wasn't really what you would expect for the vampire but it was massive and it served its purpose.

The door opened before she had even gotten up the steps to the porch.

"Ms. Winslow?" A small man asked

"Just Abigail, but yes that's me."

"Wonderful! Mr. Northman is waiting for you in the study."

Abigail walked into the study that she had spent so much time in when she lived in this house. "Eric?" He was sitting in her favorite chair reading a book.

"Kattunge, glad you could make it."

"What can I do for you?"

"Don't be so bitter, it's unattractive on you." Eric stood and gestured for her to sit in the chair he had just been in. "You're favorite if my memory serves correct."

"It is, and if my memory serves me correctly you claim it was so uncomfortable it even hurt a vampires back."

"Did we not just go over you being a bitter bitch?" Abigail sat in the large chair and crossed her legs. "Yes we did, oh darling thank you for having me over on this fine southern evening."

"Abby, as much as I missed her sarcasm we have something to talk about." Eric sat down in the chair next to hers.

"Okay, what?"

"This dream you had is it the first one you've had of me?"

"Well since our blood bond wore off, this is the first one I've had in about two years."

"Well there is a threat against my life currently and although it is much to my displeasure to admit this I haven't come up with a plan that doesn't involve me dying." Her head snapped up quickly.

"What? Eric you have got to be joking, you're a 1000 years old. I don't understand how you can't come up with a better plan."

"Well its interesting that you say that because you gave me quite the idea this morning." Eric scanned her body before he continued. "As I was saying, how would you feel as being bait for the greater good of this Vikings life?"

Abigail's mouth formed a 'o' and shook her head in the negative.

"Don't love me enough to risk your life slightly?"

"I don't love you at all!" Eric stood from the chair and kneeled infront of her.

"Know that's just not true. You adore me, you lust me and you must certainly love me." He rubbed her cheek tenderly "I can tell when your lying so let try not to go down this road again."

"well I'm not going to be your bait!" He leaned in close to her and whispered in her ear. "It's a real shame you feel that way because I will not hesitate to make you my prisoner and force you to do it. I will glamour you until you cant remember you own name."

"I'll just keep my eyes closed." Her voice was barely a whisper and squeezed her eyes tightly.

"I will cut your eyelids off, now lets stop this silliness and head to bed."

"You just woke up." She said meekly

"I don't want to sleep." He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and headed to his bedroom.

TRANSLATIONS

Kattunge- Kitten

AN: Thoughts? I'll try and update tomorrow!