Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Layla and a few of the plot twists.

Eric was pleased to know that she had dreamt about him, and without even the advantage of having his blood in her. Layla on the other hand was furious with herself, scrubbing her hair hard, trying to rid herself of visions of Eric's body overtop her own. She hated him. He was quite literally a cold, dead, grade-A asshole. Still, she felt a strange possessiveness over him. A part of her didn't care how annoying he was because he was her annoying vampire. She remembered his voice from her dream.

"You are mine."

She shivered despite the hot water rolling down on her. This was positively infuriating.

Stepping out of the bathroom wrapped in only a towel she came face to face with Eric was only in jeans hanging low on his waist.

"Good morning." he said, with a mocking smile. Layla rolled her eyes and brushed by him.

"I'd hardly call it morning, but same to you, I guess." she said. One hand kept the towel wrapped around her while the other dug into her duffel bag for something to wear. Eric thankfully didn't argue as she closed the door to the bedroom to get dressed in private. Layla spent a minute trying to decide what to wear, but eventually she settled on one of her normal outfits. It was simple black jeans, a black tank-top, her stilettos and a light leather jacket. When she walked out of the bedroom Eric was lounging on the couch, flipping through channels he looked at her for a moment before nodding in slight approval.

"Can you hand me the room service menu?" she asked. Eric obliged, leaning forward and handing it to her. Layla wiggled her foot as she perused the menu. when she'd made her decision she picked up the phone and dialed room service, glancing up at the blonde while it rang.

"Did you want anything? A nice female O positive maybe? Or do you prefer B positive?" she asked, only half kidding. Eric smiled at her.

"The only blood I'll be drinking will be yours." he told her flatly. Layla slammed down the receiver before the kitchens even answered.

"Is that supposed to be a joke, because it's not funny." she told him. Eric looked at her carefully.

"I'm not joking." he said evenly. Layla stood and walked over to the minifridge, pulling out a bottle of A positive and practically threw it at Eric's face, but he caught it as she anticipate.

"There. Drink that." she told him. "Same blood type as me and everything, just heat up and enjoy." she said archly. Eric placed the bottle on the coffee table and stared at her.

"Please." he said gently. Layla just stared at him like he was insane.

"I am not willingly letting you drink my blood. I don't want to go meet this people with puncture wounds in my neck looking like freaking fangbanger." she argued. Eric was focused on the 'willingly' part. In his mind, this was an open invitation.

He was standing up and walking towards her at a normal pace, and Layla had a feeling she knew what he was doing. She held up a warning finger.

"Eric, I'm not kidding." she warned. He moved forward and grabbed her tightly, one arm around her waist in an almost romantic position while the other pushed back the sleeve of her jacket, exposing her wrist. Layla used her free hand to beat his bare shoulder but it wasn't doing much good. Adrenaline shook through her as Eric sank his teeth into her wrist. This time it was definitely NOT a dream. Layla screamed and then did the only thing she could think of. She bit him back.

Her teeth sank into his arm and broke through skin, blood immediately pooling around her mouth. Eric screamed and pulled back, shocked that her human teeth were able to so easily cut into him. Layla wanted to raise her face to meet his, but his blood, it was delicious. Eric smirked to himself and lowered his mouth again to her wrist. She tasted odd...familiar. There was something about her that his mouth seemed to recognize though his mind couldn't place it. They had to break apart eventually, but Eric was the one to start it, to both their surprise. The mark above his elbow where she had bitten him immediately began to heal, and thanks to his own blood the mark on her wrist was closing almost as fast. Eric looked down at her, staring up at him with blood staining her chin and lips and for the first time noted the innocence in her eyes.

Layla reached up and wiped a stream of her own blood from Eric's chin and put it in her own mouth without a thought. Eric stared at her and she stared back. She wasn't as hungry for breakfast as she had been and felt pretty good actually. She smirked up at the viking.

"Wasn't so bad." she admitted, walking to the bathroom to clean her face off. Eric chuckled darkly which Layla matched with her own mezzo giggle. She wasn't sure why she found this so amusing but she did. It just seemed like, no matter what they did, they were always on an even playing field.

Eric knew that had any other human bitten him, he would have tossed them across the room and murdered them, but Layla had just made his life that much simpler. Now he could sense her, feeling her emotions and would know where she was. She was really was making this easy.

Layla tensed when she felt a wave of smug energy coming from the bedroom.

"Big deal, you bit me. It's what vampires do. So wipe that smirk off your face and stop being so damn proud of yourself." she yelled from the bathroom. Eric turned his head sharply. He really hoped that didn't mean what he thought it meant. If he could feel her emotions through her blood, was there a possibility that whatever Vampire instincts she possessed allowed her the same advantage? Impossible.

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The Vampire named Stan walked into the room where Isabel stood facing Bill, Sookie and Layla. Eric paced in the background and Layla knew how worried and annoyed he was. Actually, the annoyance was possibly her own emotions. She wasn't sure if drinking his blood while he drank hers had been some creepy bonding experience but she did realize that he was much easier to read now.

"You should have told me that Eric hired fucking humans, Isabel." he said. Sookie and Bill immediately demanded respect, and Layla lamely to herself realized the chivalry wasn't dead. It was undead. Isabel reminded Stan harshly that he'd been gone for days. Layla glanced back at Eric. Was he seriously just going to let them argue for a while or force them to get to the point.

"Are you certain Godric was abducted by the Fellowship of the Sun?" he asked. This started another debate between Stan and Isabel. Layla let out an annoyed breath as Sookie put in her two cents.

"If they've got him I'll hear it. That's my job." she said, with an air of over-confidence. Layla wanted to lean over and remind her that her real job was waitressing but decided to bite her tongue. Stan began talking about launching a full out attack on the humans and Layla turned to give Eric a look that quite clearly read 'You've got to be fucking kidding me.'

She signed up to come along on this thing because she was offered ten thousand dollars. Layla was not above the seduction of money, and she really wanted furniture. However, standing here and listening to a bunch of people argue was ridiculous. Eric's temper was shortening by the second and pretty soon he was going to explode.

"You're completely incompetent!" Eric said. Layla nodded once. It was about time he spoke up. "What's happened to Godric that he surrounds himself with clowns."

Layla bit on her bottom lip to hold back a smile. Isabel didn't find it so amusing. Nor did Stan, both reminding him that he had no authority in this area.

"We don't need you or your puppets." Stan said.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere." Eric told him softly.

"And I'm nobody's puppet." Sookie added in. Layla rolled her eyes.

"What we need is a plan." Bill said. That sent Isabel and Stan back into a back anf forth conversation.

"Idiots." Eric hissed at them. Layla couldn't have said it better herself. The brunette settled herself down on the couch to listen to everyone else argue. Stan and Isabel fought like cats and dogs which only served to drive Eric insane. He even threw a piece of pottery, shattering it. When Bill mentioned a traitor, Stand didn't seem to care, but Isabel looked alarmed.

"Someone tried to kidnap me from the airport." Sookie said, doing that weird, over confident thing again. Layla stared at her. Maybe it was the way she was wearing her hair but tonight there was something about Sookie that simply screamed 'bitch'.

"You were the only ones who knew she was coming." Bill reminded them.

"Explain." Eric told them. Layla glanced up at him over her shoulder but he was staring straight at the Texan Vampires.

"Unless it was you." Stan said.

"Unless it was YOU." Isabel retorted.

"Look if you all don't stop arguing I'm either gonna fall asleep or start screaming." Sookie said and for the first time all night Layla agreed with, standing up quickly.

"Sookie and I will infiltrate the Fellowship of the Sun." she said, as if the plan were already solidified. Bill looked sharply at the pale brunette.

"Absolutely not." Bill said quietly.

"Let her speak." Eric demanded, his voice soft as he looked back at Layla.

"Bill glamoured the kidnapper, no one knows what Sookie or I look like. We can pretend we want to join the church." she explained. Sookie nodded, catching on.

"And I can check out all of their thoughts." Sookie added, a tiny smile appearing as she realized what a good plan it was.

"No. During the day none of us can help you." Bill argued. Layla smiled in an almost patronizing way.

"I think that's what I'm here for. Daytime bodyguard for a telepath." she said, looking back at Eric. "Right?" she asked. It had to be the reason she had been brought along. Not because Eric had some weird fascination with her, but because she was the only one who could protect Sookie when the sun was out.

"Besides it will only take little while. Really, Bill, it's simple." Sookie assured him. Stan didn't seem to like the idea at all. Eric and Layla watched him leave. When the door slammed shut Layla turned to look at Eric who for a moment but then Isabel spoke.

"There's no easier way to find out if the Fellowship is involved." she said.

"If it leads us to Godric we'll do it." Eric assured her. Layla raised an eyebrow at the 'we' in the sentence but said nothing. She wasn't sure who this 'Godric' was but obviously he was important enough to have Eric worried sick over him, and that was enough to make Layla uneasy, so she was willing to go along with this. "The decision is made." he said, glancing briefly at Layla who nodded in agreement.

"A few words." Bill requested. Then he and Eric silently left the room. Isabel walked over to where Sookie and Layla stood. She struck up a conversation with Sookie about the vampire/human dating dynamic. Layla couldn't care less really and sat back down on the couch, straining to hear what Bill and Eric were talking about, but it was impossible.

"The government is still highly against Vampire/Human unions." Isabel was saying to Sookie.

"I know. Seems like it would take a miracle to make them legal." Sookie agreed. Isabel sighed.

"What a shame miracles do not exist."

"Yes they do." Layla piped up instinctively. Isabel and Sookie looked down at her. Isabel raising an eyebrow.

"They do?" she asked. Layla smiled shyly and nodded. "Care to explain?" Isabel asked.

"Well, my mom had a job as a waitress in downtown Philadelphia, where I'm from, and she got off work really late sometimes and had to walk home alone. When she was, I think three or four months pregnant with me she was jumped. These guys just beat her up, and they might have killed her. I don't know exactly what happened but my mom said her Guardian Angel came and rescued her. She said the angel carried her all the way to her front door. In the morning the three muggers were found dead in the alley but my mom was home safe without even a scratch on her. If you ask me, that's a miracle." Layla explained. Sookie was smiling.

"That's amazing." she said quietly. Isabel still looked skeptical but kept her comments to herself. Layla nodded, feeling she had made her point and went to sitting on the couch and keeping to herself. When Bill and Eric came back the four said their goodbyes and made their way back to the Hotel Carmilla.

Bill and Sookie went and immediately took the elevator up to their rooms. Layla stopped when Eric held her back.

"You're willing to infiltrate the Fellowship just to help me?" he questioned looking suspicious. Layla smirked up sarcastically.

"Just making sure you get you're money's worth Eric." she said, trying to pull away, he just pulled her back so she was pressed against him.

"Then where are you going?" he asked with a sly smile. Layla rolled her eyes.

"I'm going up to the room and ordering myself dinner. The only thing I've had to eat all day is you." she reminded him. Eric smirk widened.

"We could have dinner right here then, if you're up for seconds."

Layla was surprised. He was willingly offering for her to bite him. A part of her was tempted, but she was a human, not a vampire, and damn it she wanted a steak.

"I'm not your personal snack bar, Eric. Order off the menu from now on." Layla said, pulling away from him to take the elevator upstairs.

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It was a while before Eric finally came up to the room. The woman he had tasted for dinner was a sore attempt at imitating Layla, her hair had been too light, her eyes the wrong color, her skin too tan, and she had called him 'baby'. Lorena had been a welcome distraction. Now that he was in the room he wanted nothing more than to rest a bit before sending Sookie and Layla to find Godric. He opened the door to the bedroom. Layla was curled up in the middle of the bed, her breathing even in her sleep. Eric took off his clothes and climbed in beside her, relishing the feeling of her warm body against him. Sleepily, Layla turned to face him, her face resting on his chest. He stared at her. She really was beautiful, in a way that humans couldn't appreciate. When she slept her face looked childlike, without a frown on her lips or a worry in her eyes. Everything about her seemed softer and more feminine. It was obvious that she had worked hard to become as strong as she was if she was willing to battle Eric for control. He admired her for it, where most human men probably hated her for it. Humans were lazy, and wanted nowadays wanted everything fast, cheap and easy, but Eric knew the rewards of hard work. Still, just in case he turned out to be wrong about Layla, he would keep Lorena around to tie up Bill, as a kind of...insurance policy.

Layla shifted in her sleep, pressing herself against Eric. He placed a soothing kiss on her forehead.

"Sova." he whispered into her ear. "Dröm."

"God natt." Layla whispered sleepily. Eric smiled and closed his eyes.

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A.N. I got the Swedish from google language tools. Sova = Sleep. Dröm = Dream. God natt = Good night.