Okay dokay, let's get something straight. If I ever refer to their skin glistening, shining, or even glittering it is in no way Edward Cullen style. It is merely a mild shine that even Sookie notices in the book. They have skin to die for, that's all. Oh, spot the unintended pun ;)

Ps. I'm HOME so look forward to more regular updates

"You're alive?"

Eva's hand slipped from the door handle and she turned to see her familiar face. If she were human she'd be catching her breath, but she wasn't, she was a vampire with super human speed and strength. As a result, her instincts took over and she threw herself across the hall with a force that left her a blur to the human eye.

"You're alive!" Lucio repeated, gripping her affectionately.

"Alright alright," she laughed, "I'm not Frankenstein's monster…"

Overcome with joy, she held on to him for longer than she intended, but Lucio had no protest.

"I know, but…I mean…"

"I know, it's amazing right?"

"More than amazing…you were being hunted by…everyone!"

"A miracle!" she laughed again. He smelled sweet and homely, and as Eva unwound her arms and stepped back, she took in every line of his skin, every contour of his mouth, every dash of colour in his eyes. All the parts and hidden bits lost to the human eye. Every strand of his hair was as bold and noticeable as the next. Eva hadn't looked at someone this hard since she became a vampire and it was like opening her eyes for the first time.

The light shone onto the right of his face and made every inch of every pore glisten with some unknown aura. She traced his jaw line with her fingertips, reminding herself what his skin felt like.

"How did you survive?" he asked bluntly and suddenly, taking her fingers in his hand.

"Erm…" She decided to be honest. "Very luckily, but how did you survive?"

"Don't ignore my questions miss against-all-odds, and I'm a vampire that's how."

"Well…me too."

"I can see that."

Lucio's eyes traced her from head to toe. She stepped back automatically, immediately trying to distance herself from the suggestive comments and stares. His hand still held hers though and he gave her a pleading look.

Eva hated herself; she kept jumping ship and re-evaluating her decisions over and over again. She left Eric who gave her everything, because she needed Lucio to know she was alive. Now what? She hadn't thought out her plan further than this, but now she needed to take control.

She had to face hard blunt facts. Eric was her maker. Eric could wield a great control over her, manipulate her, yet he wasn't. She felt a great lust for Eric, as any sane woman would, but feelings were a debatable issue. She cared very much for Eric but not quite in the way you'd expect a girl too. Lucio threw his life on the line over and over for her. She had feelings for Lucio, she was pretty sure of that. He now knew she was alive but so early after being turned she couldn't create more trouble for herself by staying with him. Her loyalties lay with Eric, a protégé surely belongs with their maker for their first year's atleast.

"You came here to find me?" Lucio asked tentatively.

"Well, yes."

"You fool."

Lucio's words stung more than any wound she'd endured, and her mind reeled as if she'd just been slapped.

"F…fine…" she stuttered, teetering between anger and tears. "I'll just….leave."

"Go, run home like the child you are."

Eva didn't hang around to hear any more ridiculous insults, and fled before she cried blood on the fancy marble floors.

It was late into the night, and Eva knew she couldn't go very far before she'd have to bury herself somewhere for the night, but she marched from the house wiping her bloody tears with the back of her hand. Smearing them across her cheeks.

"Off in such a hurry? You just arrived," teased a cold voice behind her. Eva turned slowly, giving her time to blink away oncoming tears to save face. The red smudges of the previous tears were still apparent on her cheeks though, and her face felt hot and flushed for the first time since she became a vampire.

The old vampire with hard pressed frown lines stood before her, wearing a dark blue suit and pristine white pressed shirt. He had a faint sly smile and his head was cocked vaguely to the side. He screamed smug, and Eva couldn't understand why. She'd met the man only once.

"I'm sorry, I need to leave now," she replied, in a quiet low voice. Felipe de Castro was the man she was nervous about seeing when she reached Nevada. As her former employer she wasn't sure what his reaction would be to her new state, especially as it was bestowed to her by another state vampire.

"You're looking very pretty Miss Hunter, in your new skin." Eva shuddered at his phrasing, it was like comparing her to a snake. "However you look weary, even for a vampire. I can see it in your eyes."

"I'm not weary," she stated honestly, "I'm slightly heartbroken and now I need to leave. I'm sorry I wasted your time."

She was sick of being manipulated, hunted, and controlled. She had decided to be frank with the other vamps and she was being true to her personal promise.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but it's almost morning. You'll be better suited staying until tomorrow night."

"I'm sorry, I have to leave."

Felipe's frown lines grew deeper and his smile began to diminish somewhat.

"Are you running home to your maker or running away again? It seems no one can keep hold of you."

"Shut up," Eva snapped out of nowhere. She surprised even herself; the words had tumbled out her mouth before she could stop herself. She suddenly felt a bit like her old self again, the girl who submitted to no one.

Felipe's face grew more grim than ever, and Eva had to stop herself to stop her turning on her heels and fleeing out of fear. She'd been a bit stupid talking back to the King of Nevada, but by God was it empowering.

"I was simply offering you the comfort and hospitality of my house for the day," he said politely enough. Eva could see his fist balled, and knew she was talking to the manipulative face of Felipe de Castro. He must have a purpose for me, she though, or he'd have slaughered me and hung my limbs for the trees for kicks by now. "I have a proposition for you, now if you'll step inside…" he told her inevitabley. He gestured towards the house slowly and Eva sighed and walked back to the place she now detested. She knew there was no way he'd let her merely walk away, she'd now have to play her cards right and establish her situation. What he wanted and what she could get away with.

Sorry I intended to make this longer, but there comes a sentence where you think, I have to end it on that note. Anyway, I'm changing the category because I realise I was pretty damn foolish putting it in True Blood rather than Southern Vampire Mysteries. But those who've not read the book, read on if you like.

Ps. Season 3 – way true to the books, I LOVE it.