Season 3 anyone? I seem to be the only one watching it. It's AMAZING but last night was one of the most disturbing sex scenes I've seen in my life. Still amazing episode though…
Eva refused to bite a man's flesh. She refused to consume the blood of even the most willing, and there we're plenty willing when they saw her pretty face new on the bar scene. She somehow, through the urges, refused to yield to her monstrous side.
Eric was intrigued by this, for a new vampire to resist the willing vein of a human was a rare sight. Eva sipped her synthetic blood, and refused to rise to Pam's teasing, or Eric's questioning, or the attention of those who noticed her presence in the bar. Eva held self-will more powerful that Eric had ever seen in a young vampire.
It didn't mean Eva was temped, it didn't mean she didn't yearn and ache for the blood of a human. There were times she almost cracked. During her second night at Fangtasia, she was sat in the bar. The previous night Eric had made her stay away from the bar, He'd made Pam play nurse maid and sit with Eva, discuss the new life she now held. Second night however, when Eva had been talked through the basics of vampire-hood, he let Pam dress her up and set her loose.
Eva was not unnerved, and strode into the bar with ease and confidence, if not even disdain. Regulars noticed her new face quickly enough and by the early hours of the morning most of the nervous humans had tried to talk to her. Pam hung around Eva, warding off giggling girls with questions and me n with expectations. Pam liked Eva in her own Pam way. She saw her as a dress up doll initially, but saw parts of herself in Eva. She recognised a spirit in Eva, an unshakable pride that was admirable. She was also curious as to Eva's back story, and hoped somewhere along the line in their almost friendship, dysfunctional sisterhood, Eva would tell her. When Eric walked in with the writhing, bleeding, crying girl and refused to explain how matters got out of hand, her curiosity and annoyance and not being included in events was strong.
However, Pam had her own needs to satisfy, and as a rare quiet lull drew over the bar she took her chances to slip off. Eva, turning around and finding the only female figure that had stood over since the previous night and transformation missing, she naturally wandered. It was as she ventured to the far end of a bar she caught sight of a vibrant brunette boy, who looked suspiciously young. The excitement was rolling of him in waves and Eva found this endearing. This immediately fanned the flames of desire that singed her throat.
Staggering to the bar, she knocked back half a True Blood. It did nothing to meet her urges even halfway, and she ached from her tongue to her groin as she could smell the young boy's sweet delicious scent.
When she got up off the bar and dragged herself away she noticed the indents her fingers had carved into the wood in her frustration. She made a quick mental note to not tell Eric, and stamped her way back to the backroom. It took a long time for her to regain her strength and when she went back out, her fangs had finally retracted and the boy had left.
However, he reappeared several nights later and Eva had come in late. She'd been arguing with Eric and had gone off for a run. When she reappeared at the bar, Pam scowled at her as she wandered in looking slightly disarray and under dressed.
Eva ignored her and wandered behind the bar for True Blood. Dennis, the bartender for the night and a young flawlessly handsome Aryan looking boy, also scowled at her. His blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and slight hint of a German accent made some suspicious of him, but most just fawned over him.
"Eva stop it, unless you want to bartend for a couple of hours, stop coming back here," he chided exasperated. Eva ignored him and leaned against the smooth dark wood as she popped the cap of the bottle.
"I'm the boss's daughter, I can do what I bloody well like," she snapped uncharacteristically. Eva had become moody tonight, but her mood had been swinging back and forth for days. The other day she cried for about an hour. She later overheard Pam asking if she was pregnant when she was turned and the hormones were intensifying. Eric shrugged and carried on flicking through papers. Pam, frustrated at no more hints to Eva's story, marched out; her buttercup yellow heels clacking against the floor in rhythmic annoyance.
It was there, behind the bar, she saw the young boy again. His dark hair looked wavier tonight, as if it had been raining earlier. He was with some different lads tonight and he was laughing care freely. He must have felt Eva's gaze because he suddenly turned and met her eye. Eva's core control weakened while her frustrated grip on the bottle tightened. The bottle smashed and deeply red liquid oozed and sloshed out over hand and splattered on the floor.
"That's it!" Dennis snarled, ushering Eva out.
Eric was watching with interest from his pedestal area. He observed Eva ignore Dennis's angry snarls and run back to the bathroom. In the bathroom, Eva licked the blood of her fingers and ran the tips over her lusting fangs. They were warmer than normal; they heated as the throbbing in her throat grew. If she were human, her pulse would be racing.
Leaning against the cold wall, she thought of distracting thing. She tried to envision the act as gruesome but as she saw the blood in her mind she arched her back and bared her fangs at the wall. It was lust and hunger rolled into a great over bearing urge.
With the worst possible timing, the young tempter himself knocked on the bathroom door, and rudely enough walked in without waiting for a reply.
"I saw you looking at me," he said plain and simply.
"I look at many people throughout my day, don't flatter yourself," she snarled, clenching her fists. The boy only smiled and stepped forward and suddenly in a flash of rage Eva understood her mistake of taking his calmness for innocence and naivety. The boy was cocky, over confident and incredibly stupid, and as Eva's fangs bared at him he still took an brave step forward.
"Do you have a death wish? Get out." She could hear the blood pump in his veins, his pulse on stereo in her mind.
"You are really quite pretty," he said calmly.
Eva snapped.
"Is your common sense steered by your sex drive and stupidity?" she growled, before hurling him against the wall in anger. His head bounced of the tiles and thick, warm blood trickled down his face.
Eva howled in frustration. The lust, the thirst, the need, it was all way to strong. The boy looked up at her almost pleadingly, but Eva had straddled him before he could cry for help.
The boy whimpered, his situation dawning on him as Eva drank the blood of his face in one long lick and ripped the boys shirt off. He had felt her fangs graze his cheek, it was the first time he'd felt fangs.
Humanity, Humanity, Humanity, she chanted mentally. Her throat blazed so much, and her fangs longed to feel flesh and blood.
The bathroom door flew off its hinges, as Eva bit down on her own arm.
Eric stared at her silently, his own fangs apparent, ready to rip Eva of whoever she had broken down for, as he had promised her he would the first day she arrived.
Eva's morals were way to strong though, and she had torn her own flesh. She had hoped the pain would distract her from the thirst, but the pain had barely afflicted her and the wound was already healing.
"Eric…?" She cried through her fangs. Eric lifted her off the boy and dragged the boy to his feet, ushering him out the bathroom with a snarl in one swift movement. Eva gripped his arm and buried her face in his torso. Eric held her still against the wall in a grip like an iron vice until her fangs finally disappeared and her rage had subsided.
That was Eva's first brush with feeding, and later on in her vampire life, she felt more pride for that moment that her whole human life.
Later that evening however, she felt horrible. She was grateful to Eric for upholding his promise, and somewhat pleased she resisted at the last moment, but the horror of what she almost did was seared into her memory.
"You're overreacting honey, we're vampires, it's in our nature," Pam had told her nonchalantly as she watch Eva change clothes a little too enthusiastically. Eva scowled at her, and yanked her shirt over her head.
"Well it won't be in my nature, the nature of Eva," she retorted, running her fingers through her hair.
Pam shrugged and smiled, "Well, now you're just about the strangest vampire I've encountered then, but you may change."
"I won't," Eva declared, before marching out the room with her head held high.
Eva was breaking down though; she was breaking down day by day. Morose thoughts afflicted her just as much as her thirst did. She wondered every waking minute where Lucio was, if he was alive, how her employer vampires were faring. She lay awake during the day worrying, she wondered why Lucio didn't come to her.
One day, late in the day – it was almost twilight, she suddenly was struck by a horrible a thought. She wondered how far Eric's involvement had affected the Nevada vampires – was Lucio not allowed to approach her, was she under Eric's thumb now…had Lucio rejected her because Eric was her maker? Then she realised something else, if Lucio was alive, the most likely situation was clear. Lucio thought Eva was dead.