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Compton! That fucking mainstreaming pussy Compton! What the fuck had he been doing near his little dancer's house?

Had he seen her dancing? Had he talked to her? Had he heard her sweet voice? Did he know her name? Had she told him? Did she know his? Had she already said it in that sweet voice of hers? Had Compton seen her smile? Had he been close enough to her to smell her delicious scent? Had that asswipe been close enough to her to touch her luscious body if he wanted to? Close enough to feel her warmth on his skin? Had he touched her hair to see if it was as silky as it seemed? Had he done any of the things that Eric had wanted to do ever since last night?

Eric was seething.

The mere thought of that pussy looking at his little dancer was un-fucking-acceptable. Compton didn't deserve to be anywhere near her. Even living across the cemetery was too close for Eric's tastes. His little dancer was sweet and pure and innocent. Compton wasn't good enough to lick the floor she walked on. He probably had used the excuse of being her neighbor to introduce himself to her. And the idea of that bastard near his little dancer drove Eric insane. She was a jewel, a pure jewel and Eric wanted her to remain that way. So he'd have to make sure that she wouldn't be tainted by the likes of Compton. He would kill the bastard before the night was over. Fuck Sophie-Anne!

He could simply stake him. A mere shard of wood and Compton would be no more. Tempting. But maybe too messy? A geyser of blood and the following puddle of gore would be quite hard to clean up afterward. Not that he would usually bother but if Sophie-Anne asked questions, he'd better hide his actions. He wasn't ready to be a King yet. Besides, Compton's maker was still alive and he didn't want to have to pay a fine to that bitch. And that would definitely be over too quickly. Forcing him to meet the sun? The anticipation could be fun. Knowing that Compton would realize there was no escape would be sweet. A nice build up to a charred finale. Compton wouldn't be able to do anything except wait for the sun to burn him. And just as Eric was pulled under by the dawn, he'd die for the day knowing that Compton would meet his true death. He'd just have to silver him to prevent him from moving... Oooh, Silver. Now that would be fun. Meeting the Sun would be over too soon. Of course, the wait would be agonizing but the death in itself would be quick. But Silver. Now that was painful. Maybe he could just put a silver chain around his neck and wait for it to burn layer after layer of flesh until the douche-bag was completely beheaded. Now, that was good.

He wanted to go now. He wanted to barge into those ruins Compton called a house and grab him and beat him up until that shit-stain no longer looked human. He wanted to demand to know what he had been doing near his little dancer's house. He wanted to ask if he had talked to her, if he had touched her. His fangs ran out in fury at that thought. He wanted to have answers. What was Compton doing, what were the Queen's orders? And then, he wanted to drive a stake through the fucker's heart. Fuck the Queen. Fuck Lorena. No meeting with the sun, no beheading, no silver. Eric wanted to look in the bastard's eyes as he killed him. He wanted Compton to see the delight on his face as life - or whatever it was that kept them magically animated - left his body. He wanted to bathe in the bastard's blood and dance on his remains. And then...then he'd go back to his little dancer and quench his lust with her. He would take her any way he could - face to face, from behind, on all fours, laying down, sitting up, bent over... - anywhere he could, - on the floor, up against the wall, on her swing, in her bed, or on her couch... He would drink the honeyed nectar jealously guarded between her thighs before drinking her tantalizing blood and fucking her into oblivion. Oh, what a glorious night that would be.

Eric snapped out of his fantasy when he heard the door of his little dancer's house open. He silently watched her standing at her doorway and had to resist the urge to use his vampiric speed to grab her before she could step back into the safety of the house. Where he couldn't reach her. Fighting off the instincts screaming at him to make sure that his prey wouldn't be able to escape, he settled to watch her intently instead. She was wearing a tight blue strap dress, shorter than the 'bloodstained' one by a good inch. It revealed a good portion of her milky thighs and hugged her generous breast wonderfully. That sight made Eric lick his lips. Delicious.

"Hello?" She called in the night as she looked around quickly. Her voice chimed like a thousand little bells in the wind.

Eric remained silent and waited to see what she would do next. She stayed on the threshold, probably ready to leap backwards if necessary, while she scanned her driveway. She was tipping her head from one side to the other, almost as if she was listening to something but Eric couldn't tell what. There was absolutely no noise around there, except her peaceful heartbeat and her calm breathing. And though her eyes moved straight to his - and Eric could have sworn that for one brief moment he was staring directly into her soft gaze - she didn't notice him. Her eyes flicked quickly back and forth, surveying the whole area.

"Hello," She called again. "I know you're here."

Eric briefly wondered why she hadn't seen him yet, but he blamed the dark. He could see perfectly well, of course, and she was a treat for the eyes but he knew that human vision wasn't really effective at night. He then wondered how could she know he was here. Since she apparently hadn't noticed him, how did she know she wasn't alone. He was silent, no breathing, no pounding heartbeat that could betray him. And even if he had a breath or if his heart wasn't still, she'd have to have a damn good hearing to pick up on those sounds. So how could she be so sure? When he didn't answer, his little dancer continued calling out to him.

"I heard you, you know." She said softly, hesitantly. Eric thought he had probably scared her with his roar. It wasn't an animal sound but it wasn't human either. She was probably wondering what had made such a sound, and yet, here she was, calling to him. She must be very brave. Or very foolish. Eric wasn't sure he liked it, that could be dangerous for her if she so carelessly faced things that were obviously inhuman. But then again, from what Eric had seen last night, when her flight instinct kicked in, she had the ability to teleport. That thought comforted him. Eric knew first hand how hard it was to catch a fairy, and how exciting too, so that gift would probably keep his little dancer safe when he wouldn't be able to. "Please come out." She begged.

When he heard those words, Eric's body moved of its own accord. Even if he had tried, he couldn't have stop himself. He couldn't deny her... And he couldn't deny himself any longer either. Finally...finally, he would do what he had wanted to do since last night. He would get closer to his little dancer and he would talk to her. He stepped out of the shadows and stood in the middle of her driveway.

"Good evening," he whispered quietly, reverently, to preserve the magic of the moment. Their first meeting. It had to be perfect. Her breath picked up subtly and her heart missed a beat as she turned her head to look at him... Or so he thought. But though her eyes settled on him, they were far off, staring into a world he knew he could never see.

Eric understood then, as he watched her walk so slowly, so carefully toward her swing. He understood why she hadn't noticed him earlier.

She was blind.

"Good evening," She answered, smiling in his general direction. Eric was astonished. She was smiling ! Almost as if it didn't bother her in the slightest that she couldn't see the face that belonged to the voice. She sat down gracefully on her swing and motioned for him to come closer. Once again, his body moved of its own volition and in less than a second, he was crouching right in front of her. Since she couldn't see him, she hadn't been startled by his vampiric speed and that was good because Eric couldn't have stopped himself from using it even if he wanted to. He couldn't wait any longer to be close to her. Close enough to feel her warmth.

Eric sighed in pleasure. Wonderful, it was absolutely wonderful. Wave after wave of warmth was rolled off of her and surrounded him. The sweet scent of her blood filled his senses, making all the other scents disappear. Oh, how he longed to taste her. His eyes saw only her lovely face, everything else seemed to fade away into a blur of colors. Until the only color left was the blue of her eyes. His ears were attuned to her heartbeat and her calm breathing. Invading his thoughts, deciding of the rhythm of his universe. His fingers itched to touch her soft skin, to stroke it and he balled his fists to prevent himself from doing so.

"You know, it's not really safe to go out at night all by yourself." He whispered, trying to sound casual. "You never know what's lurking in the shadows."

His little dancer cocked an amused eyebrow. "Like you?" She teased.

"Exactly." He was serious.

"I'm not afraid of you," She told him softly, before raising her chin defiantly. Silly girl. Didn't she realize how dangerous it was? Talking to a stranger? A stranger she couldn't even see?

"You should be." He warned. "I was watching you. I was watching you dancing last night and I was watching you tonight. I could be anyone, anything. And yet, you're here, calling me, talking to me." He wanted her to understand. "Even after you heard me roar." He said softly.

"It was you?" She asked, completely surprised.

"Yes."

"What are you?" She questioned in a voice full of curiosity. No fear, even after he admitted he was the one who had roared in the night. Curiosity.

"I'm a vampire." He told her, hoping to scare her. He wanted her to be afraid. Of him. She was a fairy. But her scent wasn't full fairy. It was diluted. Much, much sweeter than human blood. And that was good, whereas a full fairy's blood would send him in a frenzy where he couldn't stop until his prey was drained, hers demanded savoring. Again and again. But still. She had to know that vampire were deadly for her kind. If she had any survival instinct, she'd try to run away from him while she still could. Not that he would let her, of course.

"Aaah. I didn't know vampires could roar." She muttered before smiling brightly. "I've never met a vampire before." She still wasn't afraid. "You won't hurt me." She stated confidently.

"No." He admitted. Not now anyway. Not while he still had so many questions for her. "What are you?" He then asked, returning her the question. What was this girl? This...fairy?

Her smile turned bitter. "I'm like a vampire." She murmured. "I might not drink blood but, in mere seconds, the sun could kill me."

Even though she couldn't see him, Eric nodded. He accepted it with no qualms. That explained why her skin was so pale. And it also explained why he had seen her dancing in the moonlight last night. Though he didn't understand what was wrong with her, she would tell him soon enough. He wouldn't drag the answers out of her, she would tell him when she was ready.

"Is that why you're blind as well?" He asked before he could stop himself. He frowned when he saw her cringe. Too straightforward. "Sorry. I didn't meant to pry..." He muttered.

Her heartbeat picked up. "How did you know?" She asked in a small voice.

"You look everywhere, and yet, you see nothing," He explained her softly. "As we speak, you're looking into my eyes, and though yours are a window to your soul, you see nothing of mine."

Her shoulders slumped slightly. Hadn't he been a vampire, he wouldn't even have noticed. "Yes, this is why I'm blind as well." She answered curtly. When she didn't offer more, Eric decided it might be wise to change the subject. Still so many questions to ask her.

"What is your name?" He asked her out of blue. He still didn't knew her name goddammit.

His little dancer looked startled for a fraction of second before laughing softly. "Shouldn't have we covered that first?" We. He loved how that sounded in her mouth.

"Maybe." Eric shrugged. "We're covering it now."

"My name is Sookie Stackhouse." Sookie Stackhouse. Unusual name for an unusual girl.

"Sookie Stackhouse." He said, trying it out. It rolled nicely on his tongue.

"Yep, that's me." She answered with a smile. "What about you?"

"My name is Eric," He told her. "Eric Northman."

"Eric Northman," She whispered dreamily. "Eric." His name. Her lips. Incredible. "I like it." Good. Cause you'll be saying it a lot.

She held her hand out in front of her. Finally. Finally! Eric engulfed it in his own eagerly. He was finally touching her. Her skin was as soft and warm as he had imagined it and he marveled at the feeling of her small hand in his much bigger one. If he wasn't careful, he could crush her bones in an instant. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr Northman." His little dancer said sweetly.

He smiled. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Stackhouse."

"Please, call me Sookie." She asked.

"Only if you call me Eric." He replied. First name basis was a good start. He wanted to hear his little dancer say his name over and over again. Not Mr. Northman, but Eric. He wanted her to scream it in the throes of passion, to sigh it in pleasure. He wanted her to moan it with desire and to whisper it with satisfaction. Nothing would ever sound better than his name falling from those soft lips.

"Eric," She repeated and he smiled. Perfect. He was still holding her hand and he could feel her blood running through the veins under his fingers. She squeezed it before releasing it slowly and he let her go reluctantly. "Please, sit." She smiled, motioning the place next to her on the swing. He complied, making sure that he was as close to her as possible, close enough for their thighs to be touching and for their arms to brush.

His little danc... Sookie closed her eyes and tilted her head toward the moon, sighing in pleasure. Eric watched her silently, marveling at the girl sitting beside him. He couldn't really understand the fascination he had had with her since the previous night. It wasn't in his best interest to feel anything remotely related to fascination. Fascination often led to obsession and he couldn't afford that. He couldn't allow himself to focus on something other than himself. And maybe his child. And yet, here he was, silently sitting next to a girl who had possessed his thoughts ever since he first saw her.

She sighed again. "It's so peaceful here, I love it." She told him softly.

"You do?" He asked her curiously. He wanted to know everything...everything about her. "It's pretty isolated." He frowned. It wasn't safe. Who knew what could happen to her, here? In the middle of the woods, where no-one could hear her scream. What if a psychopath broke in? No-one would protect her. The house was old and shabby. What if something broke? No-one would help her. What if she fell on the stairs? No-one would know. Un-fucking-acceptable.

"That's a part of its charm," She shrugged. "It's silent, here."

Eric arched an eyebrow. "Silent?" Something was off in the way she said it. He felt like she was hiding something. Almost as if her word had a double meaning. She's not talking about noises, he suddenly realized. But what was she talking about?

When she didn't answered, he asked her another question that had been bugging him. "How did you know?"

"Hmm?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow quizzically. "Know what?"

"That I was here?" She had called out to him. She had said that she knew he was here. But Eric had been silent. He knew she couldn't have heard him because he'd made no sound.

"Huh, you roared." She told him matter-of-factly.

Eric frowned. She was evading his question. He didn't like it. "I know I did. But how did you know I was still there afterward? I could have left. I could have been an animal."

"No animal makes such a noise around here," she told him. Evasion again.

"But I could have left." He insisted. "After that, I made absolutely no noise. So how did you know?"

"I...I..." She stammered.

Eric grabbed her hand and squeezed. "Tell me," he asked.

"I..." She hesitated.

"Tell me." He insisted, still holding her hand, rubbing little circles in her palm with his thumb.

"I couldn't hear you." The fuck?

What was she talking about ? Eric shook his head in frustration. "I don't understand." He frowned, trying to make sense of what he was about to say. "You knew I was here because you couldn't hear me?"

"Yeah," She confirmed in a small voice.

"You're not talking about noises, are you?" He asked her, still trying to figure out where this conversation would lead.

She shook her head in resignation. "No."

"What are you talking about?" He pressed.

"You're a sort of void." She told him. The fuck? "I know you're here, but I can't hear you."

None of this made any sense. "What are you?" He asked again, frustrated.

She sighed and he squeezed her hand in support. "I am a telepath."

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