Has anyone watched the first episode of the new series yet? It's BRILLIANT. Oh good god words cannot describe how happy the new series made me LOL. I'm swaying back to Bill now in all his handsome charm. Though one sexy scene with Eric and I'll be ricocheting back to team Eric so fast. I'm so damn fickle at times ;)

"Oh honey, you're too much fun," Pam teased sarcastically, sweeping Eva's hair out of her face. Eva hadn't spoken in several hours now, and her expression remained blank as Pam hovered over her.

"Give her some space and a bath while you're at it," Eric muttered, flicking through papers at the desk of his office.

Eva sat more still than she'd ever sat on the leather sofa. Her hands were on her lap; her palms face down on her legs. As Pam's lips curled into a smile at Eric's words, Eva shied away from her.

"I'm worried for Louisiana now," Pam chatted to Eric, sitting next to Eva and curling her fingers in her blood soaked hair. It was a great feat not to suck it off herself, and it was lucky the bar wasn't open or there would be vamps smelling the amount of blood and banging on the door.

Pam's urges were nothing compared to Eva's though. Her throat burned with intense desire and Eva was resisting biting into her own flesh. She refused to let it show on her face though, and Eric refused to help her if she refused to respond to him. It was a stubborn vicious cycle.

"I'm worried for Louisiana too; we're vulnerable now Sophie-Anne is wounded…"

"Russell Edgington wouldn't mind our state to add to his growing collection now he's a married team, think he'll strike first?"

Eva would have shuddered at the name if she had the human body that allowed shudders. Eric looked to her warily as Pam mentioned him, as if expecting Eva to lash out. Eva just dug her fingers into her legs. She was frustrated by the fact this didn't hurt her.

"That may be," Eric finally sighed.

If I see Russell Edgington ever again I'll rip him limb from limb, Eva mentally promised herself. Eric saw that on her face, he almost foresaw the danger Eva could run into.

Eva was now tied to him as his child. After he'd gone to see her before returning home, he'd found her in that state.

She had been well beyond repair, so when he gave her his blood it had a different effect on her. He soon recognised she was turning, and this didn't trouble him. If anything, he was excited. He had held her in his arms as she whimpered and took his blood. He had flown her home to spend the night in his bathroom as she turned. It was lucky he was old enough to fly fast enough, never the less holding Eva all the way.

Looking at his new vampire child, he was curious to see how this would affect things. Other things though, state matters, life matters, etc. In no way was Sookie allowed to find out about this, nor Eva about Sookie. How would he explain to his blood bond he now had another child? It could be argued Eva was an accidental child. A vampire with an accident child, there was something he never thought he'd live to hear, never mind be part of.

Smiling at that thought, he got up to go out into his bar.

"Get her cleaned up before we open, or we'll have a riot on our hands."

Pam nodded, and turned back to Eva who was staring at the wall wordlessly.

"When I was turned I was too excited for words."

"I'm not excited," Eva hissed.

"She has a voice!" Pam mock cheered. Eva hadn't a clue who this woman was; she'd appeared next to her after Eric had sat her down in his office. "I hope you are fun, we need some new excitement around here."

"You were in a bomb attack and now ready to defend your state against a takeover, that sounds like your kind of fun," Eva said nonchalantly. Pam laughed and looked at Eva as subtly joyful as a vamp can look.

"You are going to be fun."

"A riot…"

Pam stood up and glanced at her watch.

"Hmm, I'll have to do my best in our limits for tonight. Come on, do you want to be eaten alive."

Pam ushered her down the hall of the backrooms of the bar. Eva saw the curious bartender poking his head round to look at Eva, he wondered who the blood soaked new comer was and where she fit into the order of things.

It took a lot of protesting from Eva to keep mischievous Pam out of the shower with her. Pam finally laughed absent mindedly and swayed out the room, amused at her methods to make Eva talk.

Eva washed of the blood surprisingly casually, and as she was finishing her shower she began to realise how different it was to a human shower. She hadn't noticed the way the hot water didn't make her skin jump and shiver when it first hit her. Maybe because she was mentally detaching herself from her situation it was even more different, but it was unmistakable how the water felt strange on her skin. The other worry was how little she reacted to blood.

Then it dawned on her.

Her whole life now revolved around blood.

Her whole life, especially for the next few years, would revolve around the hunt and pursuit of blood. She could break a man's skin with her own teeth and drink his liquids without fuss. It was such a huge casual part of her life now, and that riled Eva.

She became aware of the burning in her throat; it began to become the main focus of her attention. All urges and emotions and feelings diminished at the desire that ached through her for some of blood that once disgusted her.

Was she already losing herself to vampiric qualities?

The question and thought surfaced for only a moment, then lost to the craving she was feeling.

Pam banged o the door and Eva realised she was still stood under the shower glaring at the white and cream bathroom. It had been cleaned fast since her bloody screaming ordeal in it. It was gleaming and the towels had already been replaced. Stepping out of the shower she stood in the spot where she had writhed and screamed throughout the night until she had collapsed exhaustedly into Eric's arms and shifted into another life.

The blood had been efficiently mopped up.

The bathroom was luxurious and posh for a bar, and the white and cream décor contrasted incredibly to the red and black throughout the bar. In fact, there was even a large pink vase and inside a bouquet of red and white roses. Eva hadn't known her more than a few hours, but she suspected colourful Pam had got her way with this bathroom. The large square bath on the far end of the room she suspected was probably Eric's input.

Pam banged on the door again and Eva heard the impatience. She had grabbed the large cream monogrammed towel just in time before Pam burst in and threw clothes at Eva, who caught them deftly.

"Can I dress you every night? It's so much fun picking out clothes for a young girl like you…"

Eva scowled and feared the worse. She had to usher Pam out again while she got dressed, and found Pam's taste in clothes hardly conservative.

In her hands was a red dress, much like one she would have been expected to wear at the Vampire Summit, except much shorter and tighter. It sufficed for now though.

Looking in the mirror as her hair dried naturally and quickly in the cold air, she saw a different girl to the monster she saw before.

Her hair was glossy and rippling down past her shoulders beautifully, framing her now radiant face. Even Eva couldn't deny to herself she was breathtaking. She tried to shoo the thought from her mind, she wasn't an egotistical creature, but she couldn't help notice the effects of her transformation. No more blemishes, scars, bags under her eyes. She was marble skinned and glowing, and her eyes appeared wider somehow, her jaw more defined in the light on her perfect skin.

Her eyes were mesmerizing to her vampire vision. The twinges of red were still subtly there, mixed within her natural hazel. The green was now distinguishable against the brown and in a beautiful mash of colours. Her new eyes allowed her to see the shards of red, brown and green that surrounded her pupil in an enchanting composition.

It was a beautiful alternative to the blood soaked wild child from before and Eva wondered if this was the two sides to a vampire. The beautiful face and the inner monster. The one that lured you away and the one that with ravenous eyes and gleaming fangs pierced your skin without mercy.

Eva let her jaw drop slightly, and curled her lip back a bit. She was unsure how to do this, but she began by putting some mental command in her mind. No luck. She envisioned what she wanted to appear. Still none. She thought of Eric, his tall body leaning over her. Or Lucio, his warm touch that once sent shivers up her arm. Or Russell Edgington, what she'd do if she ever saw him.

Looking back in the reflective glass, there they now were. Amongst the false sickly smile that she could now hold so easily, were the evidence of her inner monster.