It's probably a BIG plus if you've read the books at this point, because I warn you, it does give away a bit of the plotline of the….eighth book? I think it's the eighth book. Well, a lot happens in the books, and my stories running alongside it so it's all in tune to the happenings of the book.

Plus, thank you for all the lovely reviews, I LOVE getting reviews :)

But if you've read the books or don't mind finding out a teeny bit of what happens at the end, read on!

Eva Hunter was backed against the wall, her fingers scrabbling at the bar that ran round the elevator for some reassurance she was still in the lift. She couldn't see past a few inches, and her breathing echoed back at her as she was trapped in the dark little suspended box.

"Oh God, oh God…" she chanted, shuffling around the wall towards the door. When she felt the cool metal of the sliding doors, she scratched panicky at the crack in the two doors. There was no chance of them sliding open and her crawling out to light and fresh air, it was futile, but she clawed on.

After a few minutes she screamed at the doors and gave up. She banged on the walls, she shrieked, she wailed, but being trapped in there felt like being buried alive.

Then, there was a harsh ripping noise and less absence of light. When Eva looked up bewildered, the roof of the elevator had been torn of completely, and Eric Northman dropped down into the confined space.

"You can be awfully noisy when you want to be," he mocked, standing over her in a dominating way. Stepping away from him as best as she could in the box, she held her head high.

"Well, someone always comes to help do they not?"

"You forget, I am superhuman. I am vampire. With my age, I could hear you sobbing in a corner if I searched hard enough with my mind."

"Great…" Eva responded blankly to his ego rant. "This tells me what's going on, or is helpful right now, how exactly?"

Eric sighed, and then leaned back against the opposite wall as if they were at a garden party.

"The Fellowship of the Sun has cleverly snuck in a succession of bombs, which are now being deployed in series around the hotel. In a couple of hours this place will be rubble."

"And you're calm, cool and collected, how!" Eva shrieked, waving her arms in the air in exasperation.

"My Sookie's out, my child – Pam is out, and now here you are safe and sound and soon to also be out as well."

Eva hadn't a clue who these people were, but couldn't push away the flattering feeling of being third on his list of priorities.

"Right, and do you not have a Queen or King you are supposed to be loyal too…or are you a king yourself!"

"No, I am a Sheriff, of area five in Louisiana."

"Good stuff…"

"And you work for…"

"Nice try."

"My Queen will be safe and sound; she has many loyal ones round her to protect her. How about your Queen…King?"

"Oh stop, get me out this lift please."

Eric grunted in frustration, then in a swift movement he stepped forward, wound his arms round Eva and leapt out the hole in the elevator ceiling. Eva glanced at it in awe as they passed through it, the sides jagged where the thick sheets of aluminium had been ripped apart like a child with a piece of paper.

"I'm singlehandedly racking up a large bill for damages at this hotel," she muttered.

"Are you delirious? Did you not just hear a word I said? Very soon there won't be a hotel to speak of." Eric chided.

"Oh yeah…"

Eva's mind whirled as Eric swiftly jumped, or flew, up the elevator shaft. Light appeared at the top, and as Eva's stomach started to do double flips and her hair fluttered around her head obscuring her vision, Eric leapt abruptly through a hole in the wall. The hole turned out to be lift doors plied open with vampire strength, and Eva was now lying on the floor of one of the vampire levels of the hotel.

"How cosy," Eric breathed leeringly, and Eva realised he was rolled on top of her.

"Oomph…get of me…you have no idea of life or death situations…urgh…do you?" Eva snapped, trying to shift his hefty stone self from on top of her.

"I am already death," he laughed, rolling of and flying to his feet.

Eva hissed at him in a catlike manner, while clumsily getting up.

Then another blast shook the building.

Shrieking and shaking as the floor trembled, Eva fell into Eric, who held her up firmly.

"Please get me out of here," she begged. Instead of teasing her, or interrogating her, for once, Eric just nodded reassuringly. For a slight moment Eva wondered if she saw his protective or responsible side.

"The bombs are being detonated from the lower level up, which is why I brought you to a higher level," he informed her calmly, walking her down the hallway gripping her arm securely.

Eva was thoroughly rattled, but Eric's presence did give her some feeling of safety. Though she worried for Lucio, and Vincent, and even Natalie. As younger vampires they'd still have been asleep when the first bomb hit, and maybe even still now as the sun hadn't quite set over Lake Michigan yet.

Eva hurriedly wiped away the hot tears welling before Eric noticed, and stumbled on after him.

"I'm going to throw you out the window," he suddenly announced.

"You're WHAT?" Eva shrieked, pulling away from him sharply.

"It may have escaped your notice in your little dreamy head of yours that this hotel is pyramidical. Therefore your biggest chance of safety is sliding down the walls, of course you'll be a bit bumped and bruised but it's probably a small chance to pay for your life."

Eva stared at him ludicrously, still alarmed by the whole, throw you out the window, plan.

"Of course I could drain you and turn you on the spot?"

"Yeah right," Eva scoffed, "Besides, that would hardly be practical, so I not have to spend the night with you in some dark hole before I wake up a creature of the night? A bombing would surely disrupt the process."

Eric stared at her amazed.

"You know much about being turned…how?"

"Hmm, eavesdropping, internet and instinct," Eva answered, unabashed. Eric continued to stare at her in wonder. "Oh hurry up and toss me out the window," she growled.

Nodding, Eric kicked open a door to a random vampire suite. The vamps occupying it had already been evacuated, half drunk bottles of True Blood standing on the table. Eva followed him in, still anxious at being thrown of a building.

"Right," Eric muttered, smashing the window with his fist with incredible ease. "Come on."

The sun was almost invisible now, the last orange glow fizzling out in the distance. Eva looked down at the rally of vampire ambulances, and shrieking human companions, and gleeful reporters growing around the base of the glass pyramid.

"What about you?"

"My Queen may have loyal supporters but they can be idiots, and I may be necessary."

Eric nodded and stretched out his hand; Eva took it bravely and leaning on him, stepped out the window. Tossing her was an understatement; it was more of a gentle shove once she was lying against the glass.

"Thank you," she whispered breathlessly to him just as she began to slide.

One minute she was looking at Eric, trying to hold herself together and clutching his hand, next she was sliding down to safety. The wind whistled in her ears, and her hair blew about, as did her dress. Her stomach as turning and whooping as she swooped down the side of the building. Then there was another earth shaking explosion.

It caused the glass Eva was trusting with her weight to shatter, and Eva collapsed into the building again.

In a sea of shattered glass, Eva lay trying to catch her struggling breath. She could feel her own blood around her, hot and sticky. She could taste it also, metallic and sickening. Her head span in and out of consciousness, as she lay on smoky floor only a few floors down from where Eric had let her go.

"Breathe," she told herself, "Move."

Moments passed, and the screams and cries of those in the building we're haunting. Humans and vampires alike broken in light of what happened. Injured and tortured, there wails floated through the blackened corridors.

Finally, Eva gathered her will power and thinking of Eric… Vincent, Russell, Felipe…Lucio, all the vampires she'd met and shared experienced with over the past few days, she staggered up. Dragging herself by her hands, she put some strength into her knees until they supported her to stand. Glass fell of her body, out of her hair. It was everywhere, and as she took a step it sliced into her now bare feet.

She wasn't sure whether the wet heat on her face was due to tears or blood, but she ignored it and continued taking small steps, drawing strength back into her body with sheer willpower. The walls of the hotel were now a metal frame, with jagged sheets of glass here and there that hadn't smashed in the force of the bombing. Therefore Eva could only stumble into the corridor.

Her first instinct was to find Eric again, but he would be seeing to his Queen now. Remembering what he said about the bombs moving up through the hotel her warped logic told her to move down. She thought she needed to get to a lower level, as the last bomb had gone off on this floor, therefore the next would be on a floor above her. She failed to factor in the building would probably collapse in on her.

It all seemed a bit hopeless, but Eva carried on, concentrating on breathing and ignoring the slicing pains in her feet as she walked.

Then the moment came when she decided she would die. True to her reasoning, a shuddering explosion rocketed through the fragile hotel. The ceiling groaned and started to collapse, and shrieking backed against the wall which was also collapsing.

The timing of her savoir was impeccable and as the room crumbled in around her, strong bony hands grabbed her round the waist, hoisting her over a shoulder, and catapulted her out the window again sharpish.

Her savoir also launched himself out the window, and before Eva could land (which would ultimately and undoubtedly kill her), he landed with the agility of a cat and caught her.