Don't own, don't sue!

A big thank you to my wonderful beta treewitch703!

Had Eric breath, he would have held it as he watched the girl dancing in circle. Her arms were spread wide and a smile widened her generous lips as she swirled on the driveway. Her blond hair followed her every move and slipped and flared across her face. Eric licked his lips as his gaze fell on her dress again, it clung to her every curve in an almost obscene way. And the more Eric stared at those big red flowers scattered on her white dress, the more they looked like bloodstains. Delicious.

His head snapped up when he heard her take a deep breath. She began to sing quietly to herself and his ears perked up. Her voice was soft and beautiful and he had to strain his ears to listen to her words. She was singing about love and about shyness, about loneliness and about strength. Who was that girl?

His eyes kept flicking back to hers. He wanted her to open them, to see if he had been right, if they were as blue as he imagined them to be. When she finally did, he felt a wave of smug satisfaction and his fangs dropped a little. He knew it! Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue that he'd ever seen. Even from where he stood, he could tell that they were as pale as a summer's sky, and although her eyes strayed about the yard, it seemed she saw nothing. He idly wondered if she was too caught up in her own world to notice the one around her. That thought made him smile.

Another whiff of her sweet scent drifted toward Eric when he took a deep breath to commit her smell to memory, it forced his fangs to fully extend. He gripped the nearest tree to stop himself from jumping on her but his feet involuntarily shifted forward and snapped a small twig. The girl's head shot up and she looked in his general direction before disappearing. Literally disappearing. The fuck? One second she was there, and the next she was gone. His ears barely registered a little popping sound - the sound of air suddenly readjusting itself, filling the gap she had left behind her - before he heard a door slam shut.

Eric cursed under his breath and in less than a second, he was on her doorstep, completely enraged at the thought of being halted by the magical barrier that protected every human's house . His prey was off-limits now and it drove him almost insane. He could smell her right behind the door, could smell the adrenalin and the fear coursing through her veins and it made her scent even sweeter. He could also see her shadow and knew that she was standing guard just behind the door. And that was killing him. A mere wooden board was keeping him away from the object of his desire... That, and the magic inherent to every human's house. Fuck it.

The sound of her gasping breath was like music to his ears, a sweet rhapsody. With each and every one of her heartbeats, her sweet blood was propelled through her, spreading her delicious scent and warming her luscious body. He could almost feel her warmth through the door. He wanted her. And he was unable to get her for the moment. Oh, what wouldn't he give to bury himself in her heat right now. That thought infuriated him. No reason to linger here anymore for tonight. After the scare he had given her, he was pretty sure she wouldn't go out anymore that night.

With one last longing look toward the inside of the house where his prey was safely hidden, he took off into the sky.

When he entered his office in Fangtasia, Pam was waiting for him. She was sitting behind his desk, still wearing her club attire. The black leather of her dress creaked softly as she quickly stood up and walked around to stand in front of him as he sat down on his chair.

"Is Compton still amongst the undead or did you finally put him out his misery?" She drawled in her usual bored voice. Her emotions were matching her tone. Eric knew she didn't give a flying fuck about Compton or anything else for that matter. Her only concerns were for herself and her maker. As it should be.

Eric smirked. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

Pam arched an eyebrow. "You know it. That shitty little pussy deserves nothing more."

Eric's smirk grew bigger. "Nice. And you kiss your maker with that mouth?" He teased her.

She rolled her eyes. "I haven't 'kissed' you in years, Master." She deadpanned.

"Your loss." Eric taunted.

She ignored him. "So what happened?"

Eric growled. "Nothing. That fucker was typing away on his computer when I came in. I asked some questions but didn't get any answers. I got to rough him up a bit though." He grinned at the memory before turning his computer on. "But I know he is up to something. Nobody sane would come back in this backwater town after living at the court." He mused. "Not without orders anyway."

"So we don't know anything more than we did before ?" Pam surmised.

"No, he kept his mouth shut. But I will find out soon enough. I know he is up to something. And I know it's on the Queen's orders. I just need to find out what those orders are."

Pam nodded. "We will, Master." She stated confidently. And she had every right to feel like that. His area was the most prosperous and secure. Nothing happened without his knowledge and all the vampires living there feared him enough to stay in line. He would find out what the Queen and that mainstreaming pussy were up to. And when he did... When he did, he'd make Compton regret lying to him. As for the Queen, well, he'd cross that bridge when he got there. Sophie-Anne was a good Queen. She left him alone to do as he pleased in his area and in exchange, he gave her his loyalty and paid all her insane taxes. But if she tried to double-cross him, he'd make her regret it. A flicker of hesitation coming from the bond he shared with Pam pulled him out of his thoughts and he heard her ask. "Did anything else happen?"

Eric cocked an eyebrow. "Why would you ask?"

"I felt you." Pam explained. "Your bloodlust. I have never felt anything that strong coming from you." She smirked. "It felt nice and my dinner reaped the benefits of it, but I am most curious... What did provoke such a reaction, Master?"

Eric debated over telling her about his little dancer or not. It took him less than a few seconds to decide that he wouldn't tell her. Not now anyway. That blond girl intrigued him and he selfishly wanted to keep her to himself. If Pam knew he had taken an interest in a human, she would tease him mercilessly and would probably want to see the girl. And there was no telling what would happen then. Thanks to her little disappearing trick, Eric knew the girl was at least part fae and everyone knew how attractive fae were to vampires. He had had a hard time resisting her smell and he wasn't sure Pam would be able to restrain herself as well as he had. He didn't want his little dancer to be drained. Not now anyway. He wanted to find out more about her first. And maybe he wanted to see her dance again... Nothing held his interest anymore, but this girl... He hadn't been able to get her out of his thoughts since he'd left Bon Temps.

"Nothing to worry your pretty head over." He told her, and Pam smiled at him. She loved any compliment he paid her, as little as it was.

Thinking about his little dancer had made him hunger though. He briefly closed his eyes and saw her. Her blond hair, her blue eyes... Those most delicious breasts...And her smell... His fangs clicked in place and he felt himself hardening. "I am thirsty, Pam. Bring me a blood bag." He ordered.

"What blood type are you in mood for, Master ?" Pam asked like a good vampire child ready to do anything to please her master.

"It doesn't matter." He told her without thinking. "Just make sure she is blonde."

Pam cocked an eyebrow quizzically. "No more redheads?"

"Now Pam."

The following night, when Eric woke up, his thoughts immediately returned to his little dancer. He wondered if she'd dare to go out tonight. He certainly hoped so. He wanted to see her again, he wanted to watch her dance before talking to her to find out why a fairy was living in such a shabby house. He wanted to know why she was dancing in the moonlight, he wanted to know what song she had been singing the previous night, he wanted to know...Everything. And he wanted to get closer to her delicious smell, close enough to touch her luscious body if he wished. He wanted to feel her warmth on his skin. He wanted to run his hand through her hair to see if it was as silky as it looked and he wanted to get lost in her eyes.

The blonde Pam had brought him the previous night had been disappointing. He had found himself unsatiated and unsatisfied. She wasn't right. Her hair wasn't the right shade of blonde, her eyes weren't blue and her breasts weren't full enough. When he had fucked her - with his eyes closed to allow himself to imagine his little dancer writhing underneath him - her moans were too rasping. Her voice wasn't as soft as the girl's. But she had fulfilled her purpose. Well, kind of. Even her blood had been disappointing, it was tainted with alcohol. Nothing compared to a fairy's blood. And it had been a while since the last time he had had fairy's blood. If he had his way, he'd fuck his little dancer, and bite her, and rub himself all over her soon.

Impatient to see her again, he quickly entered his bathroom. Though he didn't need to, he flicked the light on, revealing a huge black marble bathtub standing in the middle of the room. Ignoring it, he walked toward a shower big enough for four people to stand in at the same time and turned the water on. After making sure that it was as hot as possible - another unneeded indulgence, but Eric loved the way a scalding hot shower warmed his skin; if he stayed under the water long enough, he could almost pretend to be human for a while - he quickly entered the stall. Closing his eyes and sighing in pleasure at the warmth completely surrounding him, he tilted his head under the water, offering his face to the burning droplets while imagining how his first official encounter with his little dancer would go.

Once he was done, he stood completely naked in front of his closet, trying to choose the best attire to meet his little dancer for the first time. Ignoring the last few droplets of water dripping slowly from his hair, he finally chose black jeans and a red shirt over a black tank top. No boxers, since he had a feeling that it might be painfully restrictive later on. Once he was fully clothed he quickly braided his hair before leaving his lair. Heating himself a bottle of Royalty, he grabbed his phone and called Pam. As soon as she picked up, he spoke.

"Good evening, Child." He greeted her before taking a gulp of the bottled blood.

"Evening Master," Pam answered in a tone even more flat than usual. Eric mentally dubbed it her 'sleepy voice'.

"Slept tight?" He asked, smirking. That was a little ridiculous inside joke of theirs, coming from times when they had to pretend to be human. "Slept tight ?" One would ask once in a while and the other would always answer,

"Like the dead, Master."

Eric chuckled. He always loved word play. "You'll be in charge of the bar, tonight." He warned her, immediately jumping back to business. "I'll probably be in later." Though he hoped not. He hoped his little dancer would invite him into her house, and would let him find out what she hid under her clothes. He wondered if she'd wear a dress tonight. He loved women in dresses. Easier access. Oh yeah, it would be easier for him to slide his hand under it, caressing her thighs languorously before letting his fingers graze her...

"May I ask where you will be?" Pam's voice brought him back to earth.

"You may." He smirked. "But I won't tell you."

"Master?" Pam asked, and for once, her voice revealed emotions. Curiosity, and maybe a little worry. Eric usually told her everything he did. There was no secrets between a maker and their child.

"I have a meeting to attend." He told her, hoping that throwing her a bone would appease her.

"A meeting?" Apparently not. "You have no appointment, Master. I would know. I'm the one who writes it all down so you won't forget it." Forget it ? He huffed. He didn't really forget anything. But his meetings were always so tedious that he'd sometimes busy himself somewhere else - usually in a woman - and conveniently fail to remember that his underlings were lined up in front of his office waiting for him. Pam blew a gasket every time he did that. She was the one who had to deal with them on those nights after all. And one day, she finally decided to write all this shit down so he could 'keep track' of his duties.

"Correct." He admitted. "And you always do a wonderful job, my Child." Pam loved to hear him compliment her. It always put her in an excellent mood, and he hoped it would made her forget her questions tonight.

"That I do." She gloated. Gotcha.

"And I know you'll do a wonderful job at the bar tonight. Alone." He told her and he hung up before she could answer him. Or ask more questions.

He quickly drank the rest of his blood before warming himself a second bottle, ignoring his phone vibrating in his hand. He wasn't thirsty anymore but his little dancer was a fairy. He had been surprised by her sweet scent last night and had almost attacked her. He knew it wouldn't happen again - if he had been able to control himself last night, despite his rage over the Queen and Compton and the bloodlust he had felt at the thought of killing the fucker - he would control himself tonight. Better safe than sorry though. Since he was so old, he needed a very small amount of blood, so all this extra would be another assurance that he wouldn't drain the girl. Though he knew without a doubt that his thirst would rise again as soon as he was close to her, torturing him with its intensity. But what a sweet torture that would be !

Once he had emptied his second blood, he felt uncomfortably full. Perfect. He rinsed the two bottles, threw them in the bin and quickly left his house. Locking the door behind him, he set the alarm and shot in the air with an intense satisfaction.

Direction : Bon Temps.

After a flight that seemed shorter than usual despite his impatience, he landed at the border of trees that surrounded the house of his little dancer. Enjoying the silence that his presence had provoked - every little insect and animal living in the area had grown quiet when they had felt the presence of the predator that he was - he listened intently to the sounds within the house. He could hear her. Her heart was calmly beating, spreading her delicious blood through her veins. Straining his ears, he could even tell that she was washing her dishes - if the sloshing water and the clinking glasses were any indications - while humming to herself.

Eric stood there for a few minutes, debating with himself. Should he go knock to her door? Or should he wait and see if she'd go out? Would she dance again? If he did wait, how long? And what to do if it became clear that she wouldn't? Should he go to her ? Or leave and come back another day, hoping to catch a glance of her? No way! Okay, that last question wasn't an option. There was no way he would spent another night without talking to this girl. There were so many things he wanted to ask her, but first and foremost, what have you done to me? Why can't I stop thinking about you since I first saw you last night? What are you?

Over his thousand years, Eric had seen it all and done it all. Very few things still kept his attention. But this girl was different. He could tell. No woman had interested him, really interested him in a long time. He was surrounded by fangbangers all the time. Desperate women who disguised themselves under tons of make-up and black clothes. Why did they thought that looking like a fucking corpse would attract vampires, he'd never know. If he wanted to fuck a corpse, he'd bang another vampire. But he wanted his women to look alive. He wanted them to feel alive. So he could feel alive too. And this girl did. She looked alive last night while dancing in the moonlight and he could tell she had felt alive too. A girl like that would never enter his club. She had absolutely no reason to be in such a place. If he hadn't caught her off guard last night, he'd never know that such a jewel was living in his area. What a waste that would have been. With this realization, he took a step towards the house to go and knock on her door to introduce himself but he caught the whiff of a scent that made him forget his resolve and roar in the night.

Bill Fucking Compton.

Ooooh, Billy's been here ! Wanna more ? Reviews !