I decided to take a shower after rising. I enjoyed the sensual pleasure of the hot water, but was anxious to get back to my feeding and fucking. When I dressed, I went without underwear, but was able to wear my own socks. I noticed a couple of specks of blood on my pants and decided I'd have to do some more shopping. But first, it was time to eat.

The first woman was delicious. Maybe because she was the first of the evening, I don't know. I decided to try something different and found a man to bring home as my second meal. He tasted the same as the women, but when he reached for my dick, I kind of freaked out. It felt weird to let a man touch me and I got pissed and started to choke him, but not really hard. He only passed out for a few minutes but it gave me time to go through his wallet and count his money. I watched him lying on the sofa on my bloody towel and wondered what it would feel like to actually kill him. When he came to, I glamored him and sent him on his way.

I passed most of the night in what had quickly become my usual manner. I accumulated quite a pile of wallets and had enjoyed a variety of sex acts. By the time I remembered that I needed to go shopping, I realized that most decent stores would be closed. I considered flying back to the French Quarter again on the off chance that one had stayed open late when I remembered how uncomfortable I'd felt running into other vampires. I started thinking that if I was going to be looking over my shoulder all the time here, maybe it was time to move somewhere else. I loved New Orleans and it could obviously provide me with all the meals and sex I ever wanted. I thought about where else I might want to live now that I had the means to go wherever I wanted and it came to me: Las Vegas.

I always loved the appeal of Vegas with its decadent lifestyle. What better place for a vampire to live than sin city? And I could live without worry that I could be discovered. What are the odds that any vampires in the state of Nevada would know who Eric Northman is?

I started considering how I might get to Las Vegas. I supposed that taking a commercial flight would be the quickest way and I did have a valid i.d. in Eric's wallet, so I felt pretty sure that I could get through security without incident. It was such a long distance that I wasn't sure if I could fly it myself all in one night and was uncomfortable at the thought of having to secure a resting place along the way. Driving would present the same issue. I called a couple of airlines, but there were no flights that could get me there before dawn. I made a reservation for a flight first thing the following night with my male victim's credit card. Then I went out and found myself another woman.

By the time dawn started to near, I was back in my little resting place in the heater closet. I was thinking of my plan to move and where I might want to stay when I got to Vegas. I thought of all the beautiful women that I'd have when I got there and had a fleeting thought--maybe before I left town, I'd see what it felt like to kill someone. It was bound to happen sooner or later and I was kind of curious how it might go. Doing it on my way out of town would make it less likely that I could get caught. Maybe I'd kill Evelyn. I never liked her anyway. I was contemplating my options when I felt that newly familiar rush of adrenaline and then I was out.

I woke to mind-numbing pain in my wrists and ankles. I opened my eyes and saw black fabric in front of my eyes. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was most likely inside a box or coffin, which meant that I was also most likely imprisoned by vampires, which would explain the pain at my wrists and ankles: silver. I knew they used silver chains to bind vampires. It burned like a motherfucker. I was never really the type to panic. And my knowledge of magic always made me feel like I could handle almost any situation in a superior way.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of a spell that would be appropriate for the chains that bound me. I began to meditate and chant and before long, I heard the tiny clinking of silver chain links as the chains began to shift in place. I was distracted by the sound of voices and the chains stopped their movement. I resettled my mind and continued with the spell, but my concentration was broken when I heard the coffin lid open and the fabric was peeled away from my face and I found two vampire faces staring down at me.

When I entered the room full of vampires, I felt an odd wave of emotions. Anxiety, fear—but I knew somehow that they weren't my feelings. I looked around the room and spotted my former self and seethed. And then I realized that those feelings must be coming from Sookie; that must be that whole bonded thing that they have. Had, I should say. How weird. Why would anyone want to be that entangled with another person?

I immediately cursed myself for not leaving town sooner. I should have realized that Eric would find me in my apartment. He had the key, for christ's sake, and my wallet with my driver's license in it. I guess I had really not thought everything through when I planned this out. I was pissed that I had made such a stupid mistake and pissed that I was brought here for this stupid crap, but I only considered it a bump in the road.

The vamps would either torture me for my cooperation in recreating the spell or keep me bound in silver until I agreed to cooperate. Either way, I wasn't worried. If I was tortured, I could take it. And then at the end of the night when all the other younger vamps had to go to beddy-bye, I'd have time to get out of my silver chains with a simple spell and head for any exit in the building. Once I was airborne, no one could track me. I'd just have to find a quick place to rest for the day. I knew the area fairly well and there was a cemetery nearby. I could always bury myself in the ground if I had to. And of course, just keeping me bound in silver alone would be a piece of cake for me. I'd be out of my chains and far away from these idiots before their undead heads hit the pillows in their coffins. Choosing Eric Northman's body to steal was no accident.

The head vamp gave Eric the decision of what to do with me and while he seemed to be contemplating his choices, I felt a surge of …admiration? Love? I guess Sookie thought she loved him which was pretty odd if you asked me. Why would a human love any vampire? All they are is feeding and fucking, decadence, gluttony, pleasures of the flesh. Don't get me wrong—I'm all for that. That's why I chose to become one in the first place. But why would a girl like Sookie want someone like that?

I was kind of lost in thought until I heard Eric say "Kill him," and that snapped me out of it real fast. I have to admit, I had never even considered the possibility that I'd be killed. I was certain that Eric would want to keep me alive to get his body back. Hell, I counted on that. That head vamp asked for a sword and I changed my tune real fast. Fuck. This changed everything. I had to think on my feet.

I agreed to cooperate, naturally. I'm not stupid. I was trying to figure out if I could alter the spell so that Eric's spirit was lost, but mine remained in this body, but I didn't have time to work it out and it was too big a risk to take to rush it and fuck it up. My spirit could be the one lost without a body and I wasn't willing to take that chance.

And so reluctantly, I told the witches what spell and language I used and I was back in my human body very shortly. Just before the switch, I was trying to come up with a back-up plan—some way to get back into a vamp's body. But then once I was back in human form and standing in that room full of vamps, all I could think about was trying not to shit in my pants from fear. That head vamp said something about no longer protecting me and I thought, holy fuck, I'm not going to get out of here alive.

But then I did. Somehow, those bloodsuckers let me just walk right out the front door. I don't know what their reasoning was, but I was grateful for it. I caught a cab home and spent nine out of the fourteen dollars I still had in my wallet. Fortunately, my keys were still in my pocket, so I could get back into my apartment.

I immediately started working on a plan to get my ass to Vegas. The plane ticket I'd bought was in Eric's name, so that would do me no good. I had my car keys back, but no cash (well, okay, five dollars) and no credit cards. The wallets on my coffee table were all gone. I was throwing some clothes into a suitcase and downing Jack Daniels for my nerves when I finally came to the conclusion that I'd have to just kill Evelyn anyway and hope to god she had some cash in her place. I was trying to decide the easiest way to do it since I no longer had vampire strength when there was a knock at my door.

It never occurred to me that a vamp would offer to turn me after all this. I couldn't believe my luck. But Pam certainly seemed sincere in her offer and even brought some human guy with her to show me her good faith. Of course, my decision was a no brainer. It was the most perfect solution to my problem just handed to me on a silver platter. Fuck, I'd get to be a vampire and with Pam's help, even get to kill Eric before he could kill me. It was a shame I'd have to stay in my current body—I knew I'd miss that big dick, but hell, it was better than what I thought would happen to me. I thought I'd be on the run, heading to Vegas, pockets full of blood money. And that was the best I could hope for.

And so here I am now, writing this down for posterity just in case something goes wrong. I'm looking at the clock and it hasn't been an hour since Pam left, but I'm ready now. Why not start my new eternity a few minutes early? If all goes well, I'll be back here in three nights a vampire. If not, then to whomever finds this—this is my tale and the fact that you're reading it means that I'm dead. If you're a human, don't trust vampires. And if you're a vampire, then fuck you.