I was very thorough when I chose to switch bodies with Eric Northman. I had been studying the ancient spell for a long time and knew that becoming a vampire was something that I wanted. I considered trying to find a vampire to turn me, but then I thought of the spell and decided it would be even better to be a vampire with Eric Northman's body. He's obviously very attractive and that was certainly a plus, but even more appealing was his age. I had heard that he was over a thousand years old, and I understood that an advanced age meant several things: added strength, the ability to stay up later and rise earlier than most other vampires, a healthy dose of respect/fear from other vamps. And of course, that motherfucker could fly. Oh yes, I made my selection very carefully.

I spent some time in Bon Temps staying with Amelia, hoping to get to spend some time around Eric so I could learn as much about him as possible. I knew that Sookie was his bonded or wife—whatever they called it. I asked several times to go to Fangtasia with her, hoping that Eric would accept me in their little circle of acquaintances, but she always seemed too busy or too tired to be bothered. I drove up to Shreveport several times by myself and spent a fair amount of time in the bar watching Eric's habits. He seemed to spend some time every night sitting on a throne so people could just watch him (what a trip that must be), and as far as I could tell, his office was left unlocked and unoccupied. His second-in-command, Pam, stayed pretty busy running the bar and rarely went into the office. She was very hot looking, but gave me the creeps. I vowed to avoid her at all costs after the deed was done. I planned to avoid all vamps, actually. I knew so little about all their politics and such and had no interest to get involved in it. I just wanted to live my life as a vampire and be left alone.

I knew that it would be very tricky getting out of town on the same night that I made the switch. I had planned on heading to New Orleans as soon as possible, but that's not exactly a quick trip. Air travel was out of the question. I had no way of knowing whether I'd have identification to get through security at the airport. Too tricky. I had no idea whether flying that distance myself would be an option. And so I scouted the surrounding towns and found the perfect resting place for my first night as a vampire. It was a little town just south and east of Shreveport—at least in the general direction of New Orleans—and had the perfect old abandoned cemetery. It was spooky enough that I seriously doubted if many would go near it. The most recent burial was in 1914, so it wasn't likely that it would get a lot of traffic. There were seven above-ground crypts that I studied. I wasn't able to move the lids, of course, but pinned all my hopes on being able to once I had vampire strength. Just to be safe, I purchased a shovel and hid it behind a tombstone for good measure. I figured I could always dig myself a grave.

Once I was back home in New Orleans and was ready for my plan to commence, I took a cab to the bus station, and then the bus to Shreveport. I planned it carefully so that by the time I got to Fangtasia, I'd be close to out of cash and have no credit cards in my wallet. Leaving Eric with no money might buy me some additional time to get away. I was terribly nervous as I sat at the bar, waiting for Eric to appear. As soon as he sat came out to impress the humans, I made my move into his empty office. I had perfected the spell so that once I got to the part where my own soul was ready to exit, I could repeat, maintaining the same level of magic until Eric appeared. I sat in such a state for what seemed like a long time, my soul ready to launch out of my body at any moment, and then I sensed his presence. The magic would have stunned him enough to prevent his attack and so all I had to do was let the spell do its thing.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my former shell seated on the floor looking bewildered. He had no idea what had hit him and I took the opportunity to turn and leave the room. I got outside easily and then it hit me that I had made a mistake. In all my careful planning, I had intended to hide my keys under a bush behind the bar, but I had been so nervous that I'd forgotten. I cursed myself for such a sloppy mistake, but then continued my plan and tried to fly away. It was as easy as falling off a horse. I just jumped and spread my arms as though I were swimming, and I was in the air and flying like a pro.

Once I was oriented in the sky, I turned south and east and headed for my cemetery. It was such a quick trip that I wished I'd planned to head a little further towards New Orleans. I could have covered much more of the trip easily, but then finding another secure resting place might not be so easy, and that wasn't something I could risk. And even if I made it all the way to New Orleans, I didn't have my apartment key to get inside, dammit.

I chose the most secluded vault and pried the lid off easily. Yes, it was disgusting, but there was plenty of room for me to lie inside and I even practiced closing the lid above me once I was in it. Satisfied that I had found my resting place for my first day, I decided to enjoy the rest of the night.

I had no watch, so didn't know exactly what time it was, but it felt like I still had a pretty big chunk of nighttime ahead of me. I checked my wallet and was happy to find a little over five hundred dollars. I took to the sky again and reveled in the sensations of the air between my feet and the earth. It was everything I had imagined and more.

I spotted a tiny convenience store below with nothing at all around it. I didn't want to go inside where the cameras could record my activities and so I landed on top of the building and waited for a car to arrive. A black pick up truck pulled up and as soon as the women stepped outside the door, I swooped down and snatched her. She was lighter than I expected and I could move a lot faster that I'd thought possible, and before I could even decide what to do next, I was back up on the roof with her.

She collapsed and I dropped to my knees, placing a hand over her mouth as I laid her out onto the roof. She had a look of utter terror in her eyes and I felt myself growing excited at the sight. I tried to force my will into her eyes, using the glamor that I'd heard so much about. She immediately fainted and so I have no idea whether it worked or not. I let go of her and her head fell back onto the roof with a thud. She was far from a beautiful woman, but I still found her scent to be incredibly attractive. I pulled her purse from her shoulder and fished the wallet out, slipping it into my pants pocket. I looked back to her face and she was still completely unconscious. Turning her head away from me, I sunk my teeth into her neck.

The taste of blood was like an explosion of pleasure. I couldn't suck or swallow fast enough. I couldn't get enough of it. I also wanted to fuck her immediately. I vaguely registered that I was growling or grunting and had a brief coherent thought that I needed to be quiet. I rotated my body and positioned it directly over hers and fumbled with my fly. When I felt the girth of my penis, I almost choked on the mouthful of blood I had just acquired. God, it was huge.

I started to tear her clothes away from her body so that I could fuck her when she suddenly woke and began screaming at the top of her lungs. I covered her mouth with one hand while the other continued to pull at her clothing. She struggled, but it was easy to subdue her. Suddenly, my pleasure was interrupted by a loud gunshot and I was startled enough to disengage from the woman's throat.

"What the fuck is going on up there?" I heard a man shouting from below. I assumed it was the clerk from the convenience store, but then thought it could also be another customer or even law enforcement. It was enough to spook me and so I took off flying.

I landed back at the cemetery and hid behind one of the crypts. I looked down at my now flaccid penis hanging from my opened pants and wrapped my hand around it. I closed my eyes and thought of the women struggling beneath me and felt it harden in my hand. I stroked until it seemed to be fully engorged and then looked down again and gasped at the sight.

I decided that I didn't want to take any more risks on my first night and so found my chosen crypt and climbed in. Once I had the lid secured, I simply relaxed and masturbated, taking my time, fantasizing about the woman on the roof. When I came, I rolled onto my side so that the unsuspecting coffin below would suffer the mess and I'd preserve the integrity of my clothes. I didn't know how long it would be before I could replace them.

I lay in the dark and thought of what an amazing life I had ahead of me. I wasn't tired at all and kept thinking that surely it must be getting close to dawn. Soon I did start to feel something, but it wasn't fatigue. It was an intense adrenaline rush accompanied by an overwhelming desire to bury myself in the ground. I fought it, knowing that I was safe for the day and before I knew it, I was completely out.