This one isn't as good. I know where I'm headed with my story, I'm just having trouble getting in there. I'm going to change quite a few things, especially concerning Godric and Eric. I hope it doesn't bother anyone ! Hope you enjoy :)

As I neared the door, Pam looked at me from head to toe, then smirked. ' If you're trying to stop yourself from looking like dinner, then you failed miserably. ' Oh. Thanks for that.

I walked in, and I couldn't believe what I saw : what was a cold, empty, grim looking bar last night, was now full of life, and had a warm feeling to it. Even though people were looking to be layed, to bite or be bitten... I felt somewhat at home. I'd always been attracted to danger, to dark places, and I had a rather sick and gruesome sense of humor sometimes. I mean I used to smile when cutting people's heads off, back when that was still legal.

I immediately recognised the music : Deftones, one of my favorite bands. For a brief moment, I forgot I wasn't here by choice, and that I might not be leaving this place anytime soon if things went wrong. I was content, lost in the middle of people's darkest thoughts, lost in their greed and passion for everything wrong. It made me happy, for some reason. I enjoyed watching people throw their lives away, it made me realise just how stupid some people are. They are married to someone who truly loves them, have great friends, wonderful children, and a good paying job. Yet they're not happy. I mean what the fuck ? Can't they just be happy and enjoy what they've got ?

My thoughts were cut short as I noticed Eric, sat on a throne watching half naked pole dancers. Dirty pervert, he discusted me. I walked up to him, figuring he wouldn't do anything too rash in front of a crowd. As long as people were there, I was safe. I hoped.

' Ah, Sigrid, please, take a seat. ' He barely took his eyes off those dancers. ' We'll continue last night's discussion in private. We don't want everyone knowing now do we ? ' He said, with an evil look in his eyes. A smile crepped over his face when I realised what he meant. He was right, we couldn't talk about this out here, people would over hear us. So I'd have to be locked up with him... Again.

I swallowed, and watched people dance, feeling so lonely. No one was paying any attention to me, it was as if I was invisible. People came to offer themselves to Eric every few minutes, and every time he shooed them off. I started thinking about Godric again, and it hit me. I hadn't called the hotel ! Shit. Shit, shit shit shit SHIT. I ALWAYS forgot things like that, I never could remember to do things. I went to the bar, where a skinny short haired blond woman was serving. ' Hey, could I borrow your phone please ? I need to make a call. ' She didn't seem too happy. ' I'm with Eric, I don't think he'd be very happy if he finds out you're not giving the best service to his personal guests. '

She suddenly smiled. ' Of course ! ' She got the phone. ' Here, if you need any help, I'll be right here. '

I got the number out of pocket, and dialled. It rang once, twice... ' Hello, hotel Carmilla at your service, how may I help you ? '

I booked a room for two nights the following monday, as they had no room before then. Great, that meant I had to spend another 4 nights here in Bon Temps. Oh well, at least I should be able to start looking for the part Fae that's living round here. God damn that Eric, he compleatly messed up all my plans.

I gave the womand behind the bar the phone back. I sat down at the bar, and suddenly realised I was bored. I started twiddling my thumbs, and suddenly realised Eric was standing behind me.

' How long have you been standing there ? ' I asked, rather pissed that he hadn't let me know he was there.

' Nevermind that. Come with me, we have things to discuss. '

I got up, and headed towards his office, and the whole time, he had his hand on my back, not pushing me, but preventing me from doing anything other than going to his office.

I sat on the couch in his desk, and he shut the door. He turned around slowly to face me. ' How did you see my past ? ' He came over to me, very slowly, watching me.

' It's a power I have. I've had it since I was born. " He didn't need to know the whole truth.

' And you can run as fast as vampires. ' I nodded. He fell silent for a moment, lost in hi thoughts. ' When exacly were you born ? '

' What ? Why are you asking that ? '

' That scar you have on your arm, the one you've so brilliantly covered up and made impossible to see tonight. It's old. Very old. '

I was lost for words. How did he know that ? ' It happened when I was young. I was in a car accident... ' I looked to the floor. How was I going to get out of this ?

' You're lying. '

I didn't dare move. Or say anything. I just stared at the floor, tears welling up in my eyes. I wasn't getting out of this. No way.

He sat next to me, and starting smelling me again. ' You smell different to humans. You smell so inviting. ' I shivered. ' Give me one good reason not to drain you right now. '

I looked at him straight in the eyes. ' Because if you do you'll be killed. '

' By this vampire sherif friend of yours ? Yes, of course. I doubt he even exists. '

He pulled my hair back, and leaned in to bite me. I immediately ran to the door, but it was locked. Eric grabbed me, turned me round, and bit me. And it hurt like hell.

I screamed as loud as I could, and struggled to get free. But his whole body was pressing against mine, his hands pinning my arms against the wall as he drunk. He was in extasy, and my vision was blurring. And suddenly, everything went black.

I opened my eyes and slowly my vision came back to normal. I was lying on the couch in Eric's desk, and he was behind his desk talking to Pam, who looked angry.

' Eric, you can't do this. What if they find out ? It's not worth the risk ! '

' Yes it is Pam. You don't understand. '

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. They both turned to look at me.

' Sigrid, we're going away for a few days, and you're coming with us. ' said Eric.