Phew Sorry about the waits recently. I was away for a week, THEN had a week of exams. Nightmare! My exams are almost over though; I have a Japanese exam in two weeks. Scared is an understatement for that…

BUT TRUE BLOOD SEASON 3 IN TWO DAYS EWFHEUFHEUFHEFJ words cannot describe my excitement. I can't watch it online until Monday because I'm in the UK so I have to go through all day Monday with the true blood jitters.

Eva woke up dazed and blinded by the sunlight pouring through the blinds. Sprawled on the bed in a partly shredded violet cocktail dress, skin scuffed and dirty, it took a while for her to recall the events of the previous night.

After Eric left, she had found the hotel, and some staff immediately realized she was a survivor of the hotel blasts. She was welcomed and ushered to a clean, warm room. Too tired to sort herself out, she'd sank straight into a deep dreamless sleep. This was good, if she did dream her head would be full of explosions, and fangs and blood.

Stretching sleepily, she dragged herself of the bed and into the bathroom. She intended to have a nice long bath but she was so coated in filth and dust, the moment she lay in the hot water it became muddy brown. Giving up on a bath, she stood up and showered off the layers of debris.

It felt good to be clean again, and she thought how she'd have to pin her dress back together and nip out for some clothes wearily. When she went back into her room however, a maid had left a plain black smock type dress folded on the bed. It was the standard maid outfit, minus an apron, but Eva was incredibly grateful. She pulled it on and felt awash with security within the tough fabric.

It was already five o'clock; she'd managed to sleep well into the afternoon.

Eva ordered room service, and as she ate her spread, she gazed out the window contemplating her fate. If Eric showed up at her door, what would she do? It would be good to see him but she couldn't leave with him. She couldn't just jump to his ranks and forget the other side. If Lucio showed up at her door, she'd run away with him without hesitation. You're romanticising this Eva, she told herself. There was a large chance Lucio was dead, a chance she'd been in denial off. Last she saw of Lucio, he was disappearing into the smoke. Eric might have other business to attend to. In short, no one may knock on her hotel door tonight.

Lucio probably wouldn't even know where to look for her. Eric's hardly going to find him to inform him where he dropped her. In fact, Eric and Lucio barely acknowledged one another. Things we're looking a little bleak all of a sudden and Eva put down her cup of tea and bit down hard on her lip.

There was a radio in the corner of the room, and Eva padded across miserably to turn it on. She needed to fill the silence, she needed some noise, and she craved a voice that wasn't threatening or seducing her.

Sinking into the mattress of her bed, she closed her eyes and revelled in the deep voice that echoed from the radio speakers. Eva had always loved old music, and as Elvis Presley's voice filled the room she felt a bit more like her old self. She remembered her old apartment, singing Elvis, and Queen, and Michael Jackson, and Kate Bush, and all the greats as she cooked low budget food in her tiny kitchen. Or had a shower. Or moped over her love life, indulging in milk trays and glasses of wine. Having select friends over now and again.

Eva had always been a bit of a loner. She was happy in her own company, happy in her own mind. There was a way she differed from the humans around her. She didn't crave companionship like they did, the thought of going home to an empty house was delightful rather than depressing to her.

As Elvis sang about his way, Eva remembered all the mediocre moments of her old life, and how she wouldn't mind revisiting them in all their avarageness now.

She didn't cry then. She'd cried more than usual in the past couple of days, but right then she made a resolution to be positive that night. She dreamt of being swept away to new experiences by Lucio, for once she allowed herself to imagine herself a vampire's lover. But Eric clouded her thoughts as well. It may be the blood, but she couldn't help but mentally betray her loyalties for a quick moment as she imagined him sauntering through the door frame.

Fangs? They no longer made her shudder. She'd endured so much pain and injury in the past twenty-four hours, the thought of fangs on her flesh didn't scare her. In fact, she wasn't actually sure if it was the blood talking now, but deep down it was quite thrilling. She bit down on her lip again, but this time she was suppressing the thoughts of Lucio on her neck.

Lucio. Was he alive?

When…if….she saw them again, she wouldn't waste anymore time.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Eva froze.

Cher came on the radio. Eva always loved this song. Love after love? She'd never been in love before to judge whether love after love existed. Of course, could she recognize it in the first place?

She slid of the bed and taking a deep breath, and strode to the door.

If Eva could turn back time would she have done anything differently? What could she have done differently without knowledge of the outcomes?

She gripped the handle of the door and began to get butterflies. She had no idea what would happen to her from now on. Life with the vampires of Nevada, vampires of Louisiana, other vampires? Would they forget about her, could she return to her run of the mill life? Could she face returning to that life?

She turned the handle and swung the door open before she could question herself anymore.

She jumped a little, dazed and confused, as the vampire behind the door gave her a toothy smile and took a step towards her.