When I awoke the next day, I had no idea what happened. I was still in Eric's office, but couldn't remember what happened after I tried to make my grand escape. I was lying on the couch, which had been cleaned, thankfully, and my clothes had been changed.

What the hell! Did he fucking see me naked! That sick perv! I thought, getting steadily angrier, studying my new sweat pants and tank top. I looked down at my hands, and noticed two small holes in my left wrist. "Oh my God!" I said aloud, even though I was alone.

"That bastard fed on me!" I yelled, not caring who heard. I didn't understand why I couldn't remember an event so significant… Unless he did glamour me.

I got slowly up off the couch, nervous I would pass out. I didn't know how much blood he had taken. I walked over to the door, half thinking it would be locked, but to my surprise, the doorknob turned, and I swung the door open.

I entered the same room I had tried to escape through last night. All the other doors were shut, and locked, I assumed. I knew he didn't trust me that much. I looked at the clock on the wall. It read four o'clock. I knew he would be here not too long from now.

I was contemplating what to do when I heard a door open behind me. I froze. I wasn't sure if I should turn around.

"Hi there!" the voice of a ditsy barmaid called. "I'm Ginger," she said, handing me a bottle of water and a pop tart.

"Thanks," I said, gulping the water down. I looked back at her, standing a few feet from me with a ridiculous smile plastered on her face.

"After your done eating, why dontcha go take a shower," she inquired, "There's another change of clothes in there for you." And with that, she left, still smiling gaily, to go tend to the bar, locking the door behind her.

I walked over to the door she had indicated. I turned on the light, and saw a dingy bathroom with a shower somehow crammed in. I was relieved to feel the hot water beating down on me, but I was still uneasy on what had happened, and what was going to happen.

I got out of the shower and changed into the jeans and t-shirt that had been left for me. I was surprised at how well they fit. I walked out of the bathroom to see Eric in front of me. I flinched noticeably, and he smirked back at me.

I was mad, and I was going to show him. "What did you do to me?" I asked angrily, showing him my wrist. "Huh? And if I can be glamoured, then why am I still here? You obviously know everything, and got something in it for yourself as well! Let me go!" I nearly screamed at him.

He raised his eyebrows at me quizzically. "I won't let you go for your own safety." He continued, "and besides Lily, I like you."

"I'll be safe, as long as I'm not with you!" I said loudly. "And speaking of which, did you change my clothes?"

"No, I had Pam do it," he said. I assumed that was the woman vampire.

"At least allow me to explain my reasoning about your safety," he said, gesturing back to his office. I hesitated, and then followed.

"Well…" I said, sitting down in the chair opposite him.

"The vampire who attacked you," he said, "had many offspring. They knew that he was planning on killing you, but you beat him. They also know that I was the one who had you, and they expected I would kill you. When they find out you are not dead, and believe me they will, they will start looking for you, which is why you must stay here under my protection."

"If you are so keen on protecting me, then why did you drink from me?" I nearly spat.

"I drank from you, so that you in turn will drink from me. I will know if you are in danger that way."

"Fine", I didn't know why I said that, but it felt like the right thing to do. I think I was suddenly nervous about the other vampires that would possibly take me. I think deep down, I wanted the feeling of security, and if that meant trading blood with Eric, so be it.

He walked over to my side of the desk and sat next to me. I feel like I really saw him for the first time, and I couldn't help but want him near me. I noticed his striking beauty more now and couldn't look away from his perfection.

He bit his wrist, and held it up to me. I was hesitant, but drank reluctantly. His blood was thicker than normal blood. I could feel it running down my throat and drip down my chin. I couldn't get enough of it. I heard him let out a soft moan. He then placed a hand on my neck and gently pushed me away. I unlatched from his wrist reluctantly and looked up at his face. His eyes were closed as he lifted his arm and rubbed his open wound with his thumb as it healed at an alarmingly quick rate.

I was watching his ministrations closely as I felt his blood through out my body. The blood also branched off into other things. I could feel the reality of how old he was, I could feel his confidence and don't-give-a-fuck attitude, and I could feel what he was feeling, and damn was I feeling something! His arousal became my arousal and his confidence became my confidence. With that I boldly kneeled before him and took his arm, replacing his thumb with my lips. I felt his eyes on me as I kissed up to the inside of his elbow. I then looked up and locked eyes with him. His eyes were wide and full of passion which sent me rushing forward so that our lips were finally connected. I could feel that we were linked and I knew he was feeling everything I was feeling. He pulled me onto his lap our hands roamed each other's bodies.

I could feel his blood running through my veins, and I wanted him, no, needed him.

Eric then stood up with my legs hooked around his waist, still kissing madly, and I pulled off his t-shirt. He returned that by ripping off mine. We found our way to the couch, and he was on top of me. I grabbed for the button on his jeans, and yanked them down, admiring what I saw underneath. He grinned back, sliding my underwear off.

"Now", I gasped, and with that he shoved into me. I moaned loudly, letting the pleasure ripple through me. "Harder", I whispered, and he obliged. He found my wrist again, and bit and I screamed, unable to suppress it, it felt so amazing. He found my breast, and began to caress it softly. We continued like that for a while longer.

A few minutes later he asked, "Would you like to again?" he repositioned himself on top of me. I was surprised, but ready.

He thrust into me once more, and it was like having Christmas and a birthday melded into one life altering day. It seemed like he got deeper with every thrust. He began kissing my neck lightly, then completed on a lovely note.

"That was…That was…"

"Flawlessly perfect," he finished for me.

He sat on the floor while I laid on the couch, stroking my hair, and looking at me lovingly.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, looking into his eyes.

"Anything," he said soothingly.

"Are those vampires really going to come after me?" I whispered

"Don't worry about that. I will be here to protect you, and besides, they are young, and not very powerful." He said reassuringly.

I felt better after hearing him say that. I could still barely wrapped my mind around the fact that the man who I had feared would kill me, had taken me and made love to me. It was real but it still felt dream like.

Even through the perfection and his words, the evil vampire who had gotten staked continued to pop into my head. I wondered if they could find a way to get to me, even with someone like Eric watching over me. It worried me, but I attempted to put it out of my head. I shivered.

"I will protect you," he whispered in my ear. I felt safe and believed his words completely.

He continued to stroke my hair, as I drifted off into a deep sleep.