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Okay so I finally planned out the full story, as up to now I've been improvising towards the final happenings, annnd, I was thinking of maybe making it a three part affair?
The moment lingered between them for a long time, and then suddenly it was over. And Eva was against the wall.
His lips were swiftly on hers, cold and intoxicating. Eva hastily returned his hungry kisses, losing sense of where she was and why she was there. Hell, being kissed by Eric Northman can make you forget your own name, she thought briefly.
His muscular arms had wound round her in some lost second, and his fingers were trailing under Eva's shirt to her heated skin. When Eric's fingers touched the bare flesh of her lower back, she almost yelped. They weren't that cold, but against skin in the excitement of the moment they felt like ice. With the electricity of his touch on the small of her back, Eva arched into him, her chest pressing against his sculpted one.
His rapid kisses moved along her jaw, and her hands, which had been pressed against the wall for support, wove themselves round his neck. With her weight trustingly in his arms, he lifted and whirled her round and in a rough excitement, threw Eva to the bed.
He climbed on top of Eva before she had time to acknowledge where she was now. He was bent over her from one side, an arm propping his self up on either side of her head.
She forgot all of her annoyances, and anxieties in the minutes they spent locked in their desperate kiss. She had yielded to him completely and let him move her across the room, and hover above her, showering her with kisses. She had never felt so wrapped up in a passionate moment as she was then, and felt weirdly secure in his arms.
Eric ran his fingers over her femininely smooth skin and pressed his body ever so slightly against hers. Eva responded by trailed her palms down his back, and sliding her fingers under his shirt. Eric's seeking fingers traced from her neck to her chest, and his fangs made a hasty appearance.
They caught Eva of guard, who was gazing down at him lovingly. She jumped slightly, and feeling it, Eric looked up at her.
Eva smiled reassuringly, and then brought her hand back up to touch his fangs gently. They were smooth and curved slightly, almost beautiful, the tips being perfectly pointed. They enchanted her, the way they appear and retracted. The way they made men and woman look so incredibly animalistic and savage. Eva found herself admitting to herself how extremely in awe of the undead race she was – of course she'd never let herself tell Eric that.
Eric suddenly and playfully licked her finger, and Eva found herself giggling.
"You are so enchanting," Eric breathed into her ear, shifting himself to one side of her. Eva responded by stretching into him, her head nestled slightly in his neck as he held her firmly and kissed her shoulder. She was in complete bliss, with her pulse racing and Eric's excitement evident, she wanted to freeze that moment and just stay there for a while. Her first romantic encounter with a vampire, and she felt so right, like this is how her life should be. Did everyone feel like this, she wondered, if so, it's no surprise so many women are damn crazy over vamps. Maybe it's just Eric Northman; maybe his seducing is just so highly effective. Maybe I'm glamoured, she suddenly panicked. No, he said he found no joy in that, and she believed him. His joy in the pursuit was evident in his ever lustful gazes.
"How so?" Eva whispered back breathlessly.
"I don't know, I don't know why my kind is so drawn to you, but we are, and I am thrilled I got to you first."
Eva thumped him playfully in the chest.
"I have a choice, it's not about who gets to me first."
"Of course, of course," he mumbled, sucking greedily on her neck. The moment for chatter was over; Eva could feel that as Eric pressed his full weight against her. He began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her soft womanly stomach. Eva began to get self-conscious, suddenly very alarmingly aware she wasn't the most toned girl in the world. She subconsciously drew back from his touch and Eric immediately gazed at her inquisitively with those intense eyes. He didn't understand her sudden anxious, shy expression at first, but as she tugged her shirt back together slightly it dawned on him.
Brushing her fingers back, he shuffled back on the bed until his lips could comfortably kiss her stomach. Eva involuntarily smiled girlishly, and then sank back into the sheets.
Eric was hooking his fingers slowly on the elastic of her trousers. He grazed his fangs hauntingly over her stomach, and she moved herself slightly upwards towards him.
This mysterious girl that had somehow drawn him like a moth to the flame was finally in his hands, and Eric was ready to lavish her with attention, revel in her womanly body. There were so many questions irritating him though.
He pulled her pyjama bottoms down slightly, allowing him to kiss and brush her hipbone with his fangs.
He did want some answers though, desperately.
Her breathing grew deeper, as he moved back to her stomach to tease her.
She worked for someone else; he wanted to know who he was seducing.
He looked up to see her smile at him blissfully, and he realised he had to know.
"Who do you work for?"
Eva was immediately stung and dejected.
"Is this why you are here?" she breathed angrily.
"No," Eric replied honestly.
She shook her head and tried to regulate her breathing to a normal pace. She was furious, more at herself than him. In her eyes, he'd given her a damn big hint that he wanted her to find out if she had some major role in the vampire politics – which she really didn't. The sex must just be the icing on the cake for him, she thought irately. Did he want to find out if she was any use to him that much she'd use her for a plaything, seduce her, and manipulate her?
You don't know a damn thing about this man Eva, she told herself irritably. You don't know who he is, what he's like, who he works for. This brings me to the next why I'm being stupid point; you shouldn't have sex with someone when their employer and state define part of who they are. She mentally babbled to herself as Eric looked at her, waiting.
"Get off me," she finally hissed.
Eric made no motion and she tried to wriggle out from under him. He swiftly clamoured over her again, an arm on either side of her.
"I am not here because I want to use you in vampire negotiations, or anything of the sort."
Eva was quiet for a moment, but in her head questions where whirling round a mile a minute.
"You don't even know my second name," she eventually murmured.
She was ashamed of herself for letting it get this far. In her hormonal female over reacting mind she felt totally used. She looked at him as defiantly as she could, but she must have looked somewhat emotional because Eric eventually sighed and swung himself of her.
"Women…" he muttered, pacing round the bed as Eva sat up and partly redressed herself. He had been so close, so close. He was partway through undressing her; she had yielded to him, ready to give herself to him. "Go on then, what is your second name," he growled.
"Hunter," she replied indifferently, smoothing down her hair.
"Right." He continued to pace up and down. "Now I know your second name…"
"No," she stated curtly, glaring at him.
He made an angry noise that was almost a snarl.
"Oh just get some fangbanger to warm your bed tonight."
"I want you"
Eva was flattered, and then remembered how she was overcome with rage not two minutes ago.
"That's nice, but if you ask me who I work for while undressing me, that makes me somewhat doubt your motives."
He looked at her with an intensely pleading look, and Eva had to force herself to look away before she gave in to him.
"No, please, just give me some space?"
Eric huffed audibly and turned from his pacing to march out the door. Eva was about to apologize, then stopped herself. I've done nothing wrong, she mentally chanted.
So her romantic moment was over just as fast as it began, and Eva now found herself sat alone on the crumpled bed sheets, with her clothes slightly askew looking at the door Eric had slammed. For a minute or two she regretted it, and wished she'd just shouted, Nevada State! Now take me Eric Northman! Then her pride took over and she was proud of herself for walking away, or rather telling him to walk away.
Taking a glance at the clock, she saw it was just about midnight. The night was just about halfway through and she felt like she'd been at this all night.
Hell, she was sick of vampires dictating where she should be, and what she should talk to. She knew there was no chance of curling up in bed and going to sleep, someone else would be knocking for her soon. God dammit, they can just find me, she thought mischievously. She knew if they tried hard it would take them less than five minutes to locate her, but she felt a little surge of freedom as she shook out her hair, pulled on a blue knit dress and strappy wedge shoes, and skipped out the door.
The hallway was quiet, and she gathered she was on one of the average human floors. The hallways were lit with an eerie florescent red lighting, making the shadows of the furniture loom in a menacing yet strangely artistic way. Eva realised she hadn't a clue where she was in relation to the rest of the building; in her short period of working here she'd never strayed above the ground floor.
The corridors were breezy and made her shiver slightly, as she randomly picked a direction and started walking. She wondered how many human rooms there were in comparison to the vamp rooms. It was a vampire hotel but a lot of vampires brought partners, sometimes love matches but mostly walking blood banks.
A tall young man with a pointed nose sauntered past Eva, looking haughty. She stuck her tongue out at him when his back was to her, then actually giggled at herself. She was feeling more than a little empowered at telling Eric where to go, and it was making her giddy and childish. She walked with a spring in her step for a bit until she realised she really was caught in a labyrinth of corridors. She paused for a moment then finally spotted a lift.
The ground floor was even busier tonight. Stalls were lined up against the walls of the large hall and ballroom as usual, and business must be booming tonight for the vampire entrepreneurs. Eva waltzed through the crowds of spangley dressed vamps and the odd human in her breezy blue dress and held her high. She didn't dress to please these people.
She passed by a large gold framed mirror and saw her less than best reflection. Her wavy hair was loose and tousled, falling past her shoulders in messy locks. There were the traces of bruising still on her cheek, and she looked pale and unhealthy. Eva remembered she still hadn't eaten anything and walking away resolutely from her scruffy appearance; she went to find the minuscule restaurant area.
It was noticeably small presumably due to the aim of the hotel being to accommodate vampires, but it was no less posh. Even the wallpaper looked expensive, but Eva was desperately hungry and walked in dissuaded by her shabbier than expected appearance.
The maître d' smiled at her with a practiced pleasantness and showed her to an empty table by the wall. Eva looked round, most humans eating there were alone, and so she had no qualms about her solitude. A waiter handed her a menu and a jug of water before her backside had touched the seat, and with him staring at her with a swift feeling of pressure, Eva pointed randomly at a pasta dish. He nodded, snatched back her menu, and rushed back to the kitchen. She was a big fathomed at his need for speed, but instead glanced the wine menu. She could afford to go all out, and began looking for the most expensive wine on the list.
When Eva looked up, the pale short vampire was sat across the table from her.
"Sweet Jesus!" she yelped, dropping the menu. She recognised him as the man from the lobby when the fight was ensuing, was he stalking her now.
"I'm sorry my dear, I didn't mean to alarm you," he drawled in a more girly tone than one would expect to come out his mouth, and Eva nodded slowly as he leaned forward. "Are you feeling better now?"
"Y…yes…thanks," she stammered, lost in thought on who he was and why he was gate crashing her dinnertime.
"Let me introduce myself, I am Russell Edgington," he said then paused for a moment, before announcing his title with a sense of egotistic grandeur. "The king of Mississippi."
Eva's heart did a double take. This man was her savoir from the previous night; she remembered Lucio mentioning him…and Eric. She then remembered Eric's warning. Of course, Eric would probably wall me of from contact with any other vampire if he could, she pondered.
"Thank you so much," she blurted out.
"For the dress?"
Eva paused and looked at him.
"You sent the dress?"
"Yes, I assure you no one else could guess a size and flattering stitch at a glance like that."
Eva couldn't suppress a smile; she never thought she'd be sat across a table from a camp vampire.
"Thank you so much, it was beautiful. I was referring to saving my life though."
"Last night? You're very welcome, I happened to be in the right place at the right time for a snack."
Eva giggled again. Eric's warning seemed pretty empty to her now.
"You've had a rough time over the past few nights," he added, looking at her intently. Making eye contact, something in his expression suddenly unnerved Eva. It wasn't quite hungry, or lewd, but as if there was a motive in his mind. "The Nevada vampires don't seem to be looking after you very well."
"No, I mean yes," babbled Eva, "I mean, they are, but it's me stumbling into danger."
"Ah, but they don't seem to be escorting you very well, if you're constantly 'stumbling into danger'"
Eva thought of them keeping her at the hotel, and Lucio watching her interactions closely, and Vincent who she suspected was shadowing her at times.
"Oh No, they do."
"Well then, where are they now?"
With that, he leaned forward bearing a toothy grin. Eva found her palms sweating, and her throat going dry. She was uncomfortable to the extreme; she'd never been scared of someone's smile before. Why was he watching her, sending her gifts, popping up wherever she was? He was gay, so it wasn't a case like Eric's. Eva suddenly recalled her conversation with Eric – "they licked it clean." Oh God. Oh dear God, he's tasted my blood, she mentally shrieked. She felt possibly sick now. She had to get away from him.
"You make a good point; they must be looking for me. I should go find them, I am their employee. They are paying me, and putting faith in me too…" she babbled, getting up without haste. Russell Edgington's smile widened, he was sensing her unease, and he was amused by it.
"They've tasted your blood; they should know where you are. Master Lucio could find you if he wanted to. If he cared, I'm sure he'd appear while you are so distressed."
He was openly commenting on her jitteriness, he was toying with her. 'If he cared' what's that suppose to mean? Eva thought angrily. She gulped, and nodded, feeling flushed and shaky.
"Well, they are paying me, they shouldn't have to chase me down all the time."
Russell nodded slowly, his bemused expression still in place, ever creepy.
"Thank you for the dress, and the saving me and all…bye."
She figured it wasn't a formal dinner, or a planned dinner, he'd just popped up. Therefore she could walk out without being rude if she wished.
She marched straight out, back the way she came, through the crowded corridors. Eric was stood by one of the stalls with a petite pretty blonde, and as he saw Eva rushing past him he raised his head with a small smile. Changed her mind has she? He wondered egotistically.
"Every time I see you, you look more flustered and scruffy. Atleast you're not in pyjamas now," he teased as she stumbled by, dipping out of earshot of the blonde.
"Fuck you," Eva growled impulsively, as she staggered on.
I will end up killing one day, Eric mentally snarled, watching her go with a furious look.
Eva was even worse though. She was livid, pulsating with confusion, and anger and regret. She hated these stupid creatures. She hated them sneaking up on her, and bullying her, and stalking her, and fighting over her, and bearing there fangs at her as if it's a fun and carefree thing to do. She slammed the buttons on the elevator, stamped down the hall, and slammed her bedroom door shut behind her.
She was tired and shaking, with both fear and anger. She'd feared for her life more in the past few days than in her whole existence. Her palms were clammy, and she was flushed and dizzy.
On top of it all, she thought fuming, I still didn't get any dinner.
The dress was draped over the chair when Eva spotted it., the beautiful fabric shining even in the low light. Eva hated it, she hated its stupid beauty. To her, it stood for all the pretentious airs and stupid graces the vamps sported. With an impetuous motion, she lurched across the room and started rummaging through all the drawers of the bedside table, then after an unsuccessful search, ran into the bathroom. In a cabinet was a nail file. It was no switchblade or fabric scissors but it would do.
Back in the bedroom, she snatched up the dress and gouged the nail file in. It just snagged the material at first, but with some considerably forceful stabs it eventually ripped. With the first tear made, Eva dropped her implement and clawed into the fabric with her nails.
She shrieked angrily savagely as she shredded the beautiful garment. When it was in a state of horrific disrepair, she sank into the chair, panting and sobbing. Subsequently, she hid her head in her hands and cried hysterically.