~Eric~

I went to club and came home ecstatic. The man living with her, Zacharie is a homosexual; we also had a long discussion about me. I told him what I was, and he asked used a dowser to decide whether of not Lucia could be mine. It shocked him a little that I wasn't lying, but apparently wherever they are from, things like this do not surprise or scare people. He kept asking me about our culture and telling me the things he would do to me if I ever hurt Lucia. The man was hilarious. He seriously thought he could harm me, but he would never let any harm come to her and that I think highly of. As he said, "She is basically my younger sister. You fuck with her, hurt her. You're dead." I do admire his spunk though. He is the first human that has known what I was and still threatened me. He told me more about her. Her given name is Lucia Unne Vitia Morganthe. I bet that someone up there is getting a kick out of this. They are from Virginia; she lived in Sweden for about a year or two, she owns a store. Everything I could find out…I asked. I wanted to know her, her life, likes, dislikes, musical tastes, everything my mind could retain.

She haunts my thoughts. All I think of is her. I was still bewildered by the fact that she kissed me... It was passionate. I thought she would have been harder than that, but she did it of her own free will and I just obliged. You won't hear any complaints from me, but I know she feels it too. It's there. She knows it, but she's afraid to acknowledge it. If there wasn't we wouldn't have a "date" tomorrow, and I even promised no glamouring. Listen to me babble! I sound like a fucking teenager!

I was too happy to worry about it at the moment, so I just put it aside. I then realized that I had arrived home. Must have been daydreaming…that hasn't happened since I was "embraced" one thousand and twenty years ago, and even then it was never about women. Wherever I go there will always be and always has been women. This is the first one to ever give me a sort of chase. It was interesting to say the least, but I am glad that she expresses at least a little interest.

I opened the iron wrought gate that allowed me to enter my property. My house was fairly modern. It had all the necessities for vampire life. It was two stories, but only had two bedrooms, three baths, half a kitchen, and a big open living area. My house had fur and leather everywhere. The outside was white while the inside was mainly red and black. I opened the door and continued my way upstairs. I laid down in my king size four poster bed. It had black satin sheets and a white fur blanket. This part of the house was completely window free. I had the pleasure of building my home, so I made it window free in my room, so I could actually sleep in my bed. Very few vampires actually get to do that, so I consider myself lucky. It was about an hour away until dawn, so I got undressed and laid there naked on my bed. I was feeling drowsy.

I was jolted out of my sleepy state by a noise outside my home. It was another vampire. I pulled on a pair of pants and went downstairs to see who the hell this was. I opened the door, and to my surprise saw my old friend, Fredrick Joncour. I had met him in France around 1791. He had just been turned when we had met, he had challenged me. I beat him easily, and ever since we have been close. It was astonishing to me that he was here. He usually stayed in France, and never traveled far from his maker; I've never seen him in America. His short brown hair hung just above his eyes, and his muscular body was concealed under his long-sleeved white dress shirt, and black jeans.

"Eric!" he said, his French accent dominating his voice.

"Fredrick." I calmly said.

"My friend, I was in the neighborhood and came to tell you."

"Thank you. Where are you staying?"

"I'm staying with my old pal, Archer. I'm sure you remember him."

"Ah, yes. "

"I thought I would come to visit him and you."

"I am glad to see you old friend." We exchanged nods. He walked inside and sat on the couch.

"Eric, I have news for you." He got somber and his eyes grew cold.

"Yes?" I knew this was going to be bad. I closed the door and walked over and sat on the couch adjacent to him.

"I have moved to New Orleans and went to meet the queen today. She said for me to tell you that she must talk to you at once. She did not seem too pleased, but" he continued "This is not the bad news that I speak of…My maker, Rheda, was killed." Blood started to stream down his face…he was crying. "A group of slayers got her…I am afraid I was too late to save her."

I could not believe this…Rheda. She and I had known each other very well. She had to be only a few decades younger than me.

"How?" was all I could manage to say.

"They waited until dawn and attacked her. I was not there that day. She had sent me on a task, and it saved my life."

"If they could have killed her, then they are gaining far more advanced information than any of us could have ever guessed."

"I know, my friend…we must be more careful. This is one of the reasons the queen wishes to meet with you."

"I will go to her first thing tomorrow night."

"Okay, I feel the dawn coming. I must be going. Until tonight old friend"

"Tonight." I said as he disappeared from sight. I went back upstairs and go undressed again and laid back down onto my bed. It was about 5 a.m. the sleep was too much, I dozed off and dreamt of Lucia. It was the most painful dream I have ever had.

She was sleep next to me. I was playing with her soft long luscious blonde hair, but then my fingers became soaked with blood. Lucia started to scream in pain I looked at her; she was covered in blood. She had a sword made of silver going through her chest piercing her heart and poking out the other side just to the point where it wouldn't stab me. I quickly tried to attend to her, but I couldn't touch the silver. After many failed desperate attempts to help, I seized hold to the dreadful silver sword and yanked it out with all of my might. She let out a loud scream of agony as the dreadful sword exited her body. My hands were severely burned, but at this moment, pain meant nothing to me. I tried to feed her some of my blood, but she couldn't drink, I couldn't save her. She looked at me and started to cry.

"Eric…I love you" She whispered.

"My darling, don't talk, take my blood, it will save you! You could live forever, with me!" I held my wrist up to her mouth, but she had stopped breathing. I tried to force my blood down her mouth, but to no avail. I wept. Blood was strolling down my face; she was dead. I couldn't contain myself. I got back into the bed and held her in my arms. I couldn't live without her. She was gone. I would never let go.