There's a devil waiting outside your door. (How much longer?)

And he's weak with evil and broken by the world (How much longer?)
And he's shouting your name and asking for more (How much longer?)
There's a devil waiting outside your door...

Eric knocked on the door.

He didn't understand why he was nervous. He had done this a thousand times before - both in his head and with other girls. He had to wait a few seconds and panicked for some moments as he thought he had the wrong door, despite the writing on the frosted glass of the door clearly said 'Katteryna Dmitrieva' as it was written on the card she had given him, along with a few other scholarly sounding names scattered around, and the receptionist had told him she was definitely in the lab today doing night work. He could make out the dim blue glow of the lab lights radiating through the window, just like he'd seen on the crime and forensic dramas Pam liked watching late at night. The music quietened slightly and he heard the tapping of a woman's heels as a flustered Kat opened the door,

"Yes, yes, hang on, I'm coming, I've just got to finish the..." She had originally flung the door open and started striding back, but her voice trailed off as she glanced around and realised the guy standing in the doorway was not one of her colleagues. "Oh, hi there, Eric."

If he hadn't recognised her and if she wasn't wearing a pristine white lab coat on top of her simple jeans and baggy Metallica t-shirt, he would have thought she was one of the assistants rather than someone with two PhDs and her own lab. It was a well kitted-out room, with benches lining the sides and LED spotlights shining from the bottom of shelves. The open cupboards were stacked with every type of scientific device, some he recognised and some complicated jumbles of wires and pipes and tubes which he never imagined anyone would even want to design. He would have questioned her as to their purpose, but, remembering that Kat believed he was an expert in the field, he kept shut.

"Sorry about the state of the lab, it must look pitiful against the ones you've experienced in the finest institutions on the continent. I am sure you must have visited the Hadron collider at CERN at some stage?" she asked, gesturing at him to sit as she positioned herself up on one of the lab stools. He opted to stand. She furiously typed at the computer next to her.

The Hadron what-what? Wait, he had heard of it. It was some sort of scientific breakthrough thing in Switzerland - he'd seen things written about it in one of the dreary London papers Pam insisted having delivered every morning to the club.

"I have not had the opportunity to see it, Katteryna, business permits me from making any journeys out there. But perhaps, one day we will organise a trip to it? How's your French?"

"Mm? Oh, I only studied English and Finnish in school, but I did take languages for science while I was doing my Masters'. Then again, you would be our linguistic expert." She giggled slightly, although her eyes never met his as she focused on the monitor in front of her. Eric felt as if he ought to comment on the complex diagrams in front of him, but again he refrained himself from saying anything, not wanting to get himself into any more 'trouble'.

"Excuse me for a second, I've just got to get this lattice-gauge simulation working..."

"Of course. But how are you, Katteryna, recovered from your singing?"

"I'm used to it, once you've heard 118 decibel music for a while it doesn't really affect you any more. Now, did you want anything specific or did you just come here for a chat? I could go and get you a bottle of - "

"I just came to give this to you. You left it behind at the... err... bar." He placed the lipstick on the table in front of her. She pressed a button on the keyboard triumphantly. "Done." Then she turned back to face him, and picked up the lipstick, smiling,

"I was looking for this! Thank you!" She beamed at him, placing it in her bag beside her. And as he looked into her dark, perfect eyes, he knew he had to do it now. He could sense her mind, and its indifference towards him. Still looking into her eyes, walking slowly towards her, he pulled her will towards him, placing himself in her mind, making her only wish to be with him, to touch his skin, to hold him...

"Look at me." He held her gaze fiercely with his icy blue stare.

She reached up her hands, slightly dazed, and pulled his head towards her. He lowered his voice into a reassuring hush, leaning in until his lips grazed the sensitive skin underneath her ear at the top of her neck.

"Just trust me." He pulled away and looked into her eyes again, watching them swim as he channelled his will and energy into her, through her as he placed his hands around her body.

She pressed her soft, beautiful lips to his (it was easier to bypass the height difference with her on the stool) and he placed a hand behind her head, marvelling at how her hair felt like silk. She wrapped her legs around him and he gently pushed her onto the desk behind her. He pushed his hands beneath her t-shirt, pleased to find that her skin was softer than he ever could have imagined, and slowly slid his hand up her body. Understanding his need for more contact with her flesh, she broke free of his kiss for a few seconds as she gracefully pulled off the top, her torso now exposed with only a thin, lacy black bra between him and her perfectly formed breasts.

She shifted back along the desk so that she was now lying down completely with the vampire above her. She reached up and slowly undid the buttons on his silk, royal blue shirt, placing her hands against his sculpted muscles as he placed his hands on her breasts, whilst licking her neck. He slowly moved his hands further down her stomach as she pulled him onto her, his chest now gently pushing against her heaving bosom. She kept him glued to her lips as though she wanted to drown in his kisses. Placing one hand on the small of her back, he grazed his fangs against her collarbone, slowly moving his mouth up to her neck and she gasped, pulling his head further to her. He drew back, not wanting to fulfil this wish until he had her completely at his mercy.

His fingers artfully moved down to the belt of her jeans and carefully began to slip the strap out of the belt buckle painfully slowly, his lips never leaving her neck, where he was sure he had marked her. He was acutely aware as he did so that the effect of the glamour would begin to wear off as he hadn't made strong eye contact for a long time, but surely, he'd won her over enough now to make her bend to his will as he pleased. If her whimpering reactions to his touches were anything to go by, he would soon be resuming what he had the burning urge to do for so long and sink his fangs into her smooth flesh while she held him tight, digging her painted black nails into his shoulders. He heard that the song on her shuffle had changed from the thrashing to a more subdued melody that was playing in the background, the lyrics penetrating his mind -

I don't care where you go, you won't get away from me
Black as the night is day filled with no sympathy
Marching down the hall for a misery
I don't care where you go, you won't get away from me...

Finishing with the belt and continuing to undo the rest of her jeans, he lifted her legs up slightly to let him push the denim off her hips. As he did so he felt her flinch slightly and push against his chest, seemingly trying to get him off her, but the direction her hands seemed to shove him in did give him better access, so he took it as encouragement to run his fingers over the elastic band of her underwear, which conveniently matched her bra in its lacy, barely opaque, material, and was trying to work out the best way to stylishly and professionally get it off her.

He traced his tongue down her cheek as he did so, wanting to draw out the time before they would consummate their relationship, to find the cheek already wet. He withdrew in surprise, seeing without a doubt tears in her eyes which coursed silently down her cheeks. His surprise seemed to have given her a chance to break free from the glamour, for with a sob-filled scream she slapped him fiercely across the face, like a cat would attack an intruder, and pushed him off her so that he fell to the floor. Despite his clear advantage in size and strength, his shock made it easy for her to overpower him. He managed to recover, getting back to his feet as she hastily jumped off the desk, pulling her jeans back on and covering her torso with the t-shirt, not turning away from him as though afraid to turn her back. She paused at the door, still clutching the top to her chest, and still facing him. Her panic-stricken and tear-stained face tore him apart as she looked at him with complete and utter despair and a naked hatred.

"You fucking bastard." She said, coldly and quietly. Then she slipped out of the door. He saw her silhouette pull the t-shirt back on through the frosted glass and it pained him to realise that she was too afraid or disgusted by him to be blinded for even a moment by the fabric. He wanted to console her. Yet he wondered what he would say. He cursed himself for ruining his chances with her for she probably would never want to see him again, let alone get as far as they just had, without him glamouring her again. He slammed his hands on the desk, the noise reverberating round the room, a few glass beakers rattling on the shelves. He could never glamour her again. He could not bear to see her like that again. He had to find another way.

He buttoned up his shirt, surprised to find his fingers were shaking slightly - though whether from shock or from frustration with himself, he could not tell. His phone was buzzing furiously. He looked at the contact on the display. It was Pam. And she was not happy.

A/N: A short update, we know, but it was the best place to end the chapter.

We're doing another POV next, but we need to know what you want: Eric or Kat's? Do you want to see the full extent of Eric's emotions, or find out why, if there was a reason, Kat acted like she did? We're NOT gonna post until we get significantly more reviews this time!!! Because believe it or not, we WANT to know what you think!

Playlist!

1st Song = Loverman ~ Metallica

2nd Song = Pressure ~ Anathema