Hi, I have to say thankyou for all the reviews, I'm glad you like what I've done so far. Well he is chapter 2. Enjoy.

All characters belong to the wonderful Charlaine Harris.

When I was 15 I went to my first live rock gig with my brother Jason, his friend Hoyt and my friend Tara. Tara hated it. Too many people all pushing together trying to get closer to the stage or just have a dance. I remember bumping into someone from behind. When I turned around I found it was Hadley. Tonight was no different from that first rock gig except that I was working and this was my first time seeing the band they called Last Request. When I entered the hall it was dark and hot. The music tore through the atmosphere from the stage where five Rock Gods 'enthralled the vermin' as Pam had so politely put it before we got out of the car.

She was in a box somewhere sipping champagne from delicate flutes we were 'slumming' it in the crowd drinking warm beer from a plastic cup. She asked us to join her of course but we declined. There was no fun to be had in a posh box with space to move and breath and alcohol which didn't end up on your shoes. Right? Pam had smiled at Amelia indulgently and kissed her lips before heading up the stairs behind Sophie-Anne. Amelia, Hadley and I headed towards the 'vermin' to enjoy the show from the floor. How would I ever connect with the fans if I ignored them. I knew I would have more fun this way.

"Lets get to the front." Hadley mouthed at us. We nodded and linking hands in a chain we began to slowly thread our way to the front of the crowd. The music was fantastic, better than I could ever have hoped for live and I have to say I love live music. When we finally stopped we were almost at the front of the crowd, having forced ourselves through the masses of bodies. There were more people here, it was hotter and sweatier, and I got my foot trod on, but it was worth it to get a good view of Last Request.

And that's when I saw him.

My breath caught in my throat and my heart skipped several dozen beats. Sure I had heard that guitar riff a hundred times before on the radio but I had never heard them play live or even on the television! Even in this last week of working for S.A.R.C music I realised I had managed to avoid their image, just settling for the music they made. I was regretting missing out on a few years of ogling one of the sexiest men I had ever had the pleasure to set eyes on. Hell has surely lost one of its Angels because nothing this dangerous would come from Heaven. As heavenly as he looked nothing about him inspired peace; his guitar echoed the guttural sound of a fierce roaring demon.

He looked like some sort of Viking warrior, standing well over 6 feet tall. He wore black scuffed leather boots and dark blue jeans. They looked a little worn but that just added to his allure. A black vest covered his obviously muscular chest but showed his arms to perfection. The man worked out. Every muscle that could be defined was, to perfection. Have I used the word perfection too much? I'm sure I have but I just don't care. He wore a silver chain around his neck with a little cross dangling at the end. And across his strong shoulders was the guitar strap.

The blond god played his guitar like it was his lover, and she was shy, but his lover none the less. I bet he's a possessive lover. I didn't know where that thought came from but I stored it away for later. He was firm, strong and getting his desired response from his guitar. I was sure watching that he was the kind of man who always got what he wanted. What I would give to be that guitar. His left wrist had a thick leather strap around it, which only highlighted the length and strength of those arms. I had never wanted to be held as much in my life as I did by those arms right there, being possessed by his tender caress. I wondered what other talents those long fingers had as they plucked at the strings.

And then my eyes went to his face. His jaw was strong, and he had the most delicious dimple in his chin that I could just imagine licking. He had a long straight nose and piercing blue eyes. They were the bluest eyes I had ever seen. His glacial stare spread over the crowd and seemed to single me out drawing me into a hypnotic trance where it was him and me and nothing else except the music. We were alone. I was sure we were having one of those moments you see in movies.

Right there.

Right then.

I couldn't breathe, and was glad when he dropped his gaze back to the guitar in his arms. Then disappointed. I wanted to look at him again. I felt as if I had been deprived of my life's essence. What is wrong with me? I have never felt this way about a guy I've only ever seen before. I tried to move my attention to the rest of the band but it was all I could do to look at him. Long blond hair hung around his face, framing it perfectly and giving him that Rock God look.

"Who's that?" I said to Hadley pointing at the guitarist.

"Eric Northman. Remember your first night in New Orleans, well he was the guy Pam and Sophie-Anne were arguing about."

"Oh." Was all I could manage.

"He's one hunk of a man." Amelia agreed. You can say that again I thought as this song ended slowly and another one began. It was loud fast and just what we needed to get us in the mood for a party. Of course I would be meeting the band right after this, at Sophie-Anne's party. I found myself torn between excitement and apprehension. What if they thought I was stupid and would not cooperate with me despite what Sophie-Anne and Pam said. They could laugh in my face. On the other hand this was a great opportunity for me. And I would get to meet Eric. Focus Stackhouse, focus.

I forced my eyes away so I could get a look at the rest of the band. I knew the drummer, he went to Bon Temps High with me. He was in my brother Jason's year. I think they might have played football together. When the team was honourable. Tray Dawson his name was. The bass player was cute too. He was a big guy, tall and well built but he looked brilliant. His hair was dark and curly and as he moved his head gently to the beat I could see the curls bouncing slightly. The other guy playing guitar had brown hair. He seemed to be average height. He was scowling at something and I was sure it was the lead vocals. Lead vocals was another hottie.

His dark hair rippled down his back slightly. His eyes were soft brown, they were the kind of eyes you could get lost in. His body was fit, muscular arms held onto the microphone as he belted out well worn lyrics of one of my favourite songs. He was tall too, though shorter than Blue Eyes. After drinking my fill of the other guys I finally allowed my eyes to stray back to him, his arms and his guitar.

Hadley dragged us away before the band was finished playing. I was disappointed, I wanted to see more. I followed her however and we met up with Sophie-Anne and Pam. Once outside we headed towards a house, which I found belonged to Sophie-Anne. It was beautiful. It was a mansion.

Garden Place was protected by gates and walls; there was a long driveway surrounded by gardens, hence the name I assumed. It ended at a massive garage. We got out and headed towards the back of the house. Someone had already got set up for the party. The outdoor pool had a bar and a dance area around it. There was a table full of food and little lanterns all over the place to give us plenty of light. We were first to arrive it seemed. For the next hour people arrived at the party and I recognised none of them until I saw Tray's hulking frame making his way to the bar. I gave him a wave and he made a bee line for me, ignoring his thirst for now.

"Sookie Stackhouse!" He cried grabbing me in a bear hug. I don't think Tray had ever hugged me before but I didn't mind. We were away from home and maybe he missed Bon Temps a little from time to time like I did. I was only away a week. "I was sorry to hear about your Gran. She made a great pecan pie. How are you keeping? What about Jason?"

I laughed, this was the most I ever heard him speak. "Gran's pies were the best. I'm feeling good, and Jason too thanks Tray."

"Brilliant." He said. "I'm gonna get me a drink Sookie but I'll find you real soon, we have a lot of catching up to be doing."

"I'm not going anywhere for a while." I said to him. I watched him walk over to the bar. Then I looked around to see who else I might recognise. I wasn't looking for him. I decided I was looking for Sophie-Anne but I couldn't see her. Hadley was talking to some girls I didn't know and Pam was talking to another of the Last Request guys. He was the bass guitarist if I was remembering correctly. I turned around and headed towards the food. Amelia was talking to a guy beside the buffet and snacking away so I joined them. He spoke politely to me and Amelia introduced him as one of the men responsible for PR with S.A.R.C. I was feeling hungry so I decided to check out the table and wondered what I could snag…is that sushi? Ewww! I didn't like the idea of raw fish. I lifted a cracker with what I hoped was cheese on it…and it was. Delighted I finished it just as I felt a slim arm link through mine.

"Introductions to the band are in order my dear Sookie. Come." Sophie-Anne led me away from the food and Amelia towards the band. She headed to the bass guitarist first. "Alcide!" She called. He beamed at her, and I could tell he was fond of her. "This is the girl I've been telling you about." Did I just hear a hint of French in her accent? I realised standing here beside Sophie-Anne's pool how little I knew about her but how much she knew about me.

"Sophie-Anne!" He called back. "What girl would that be, there are so many!"

"Alcide. Behave. This is Sookie our new writer. She's going to be on tour with you, remember, the internet blogging and interviews and never leaving your side!" Sophie-Anne was gushing. It was easy to tell I was her favourite pet project of the moment.

"Of course, how could I forget. With such a pretty girl around I don't think I will anytime soon. Can I get you a drink?" Oh my, he was even cuter up close and he wanted to get me a drink. Sophie-Anne had other ideas though.

"Silly man. I'm introducing Sookie." She said exasperated. We walked away towards another group of men. "He's a flirt but such a kind soul. I love Alcide. Maria Star the photographer will be here soon. She tells me she's running a little late, car trouble. I'll have to come up with a company car policy. You don't even have a car!"

I was about to open my mouth to reply when I caught that gaze again. The one from the concert earlier. Blue eyes met my own as I made my way towards the group with Sophie-Anne. I tried to smile at him but I couldn't even move my face, all I could do was meet the gaze. Sophie-Anne was babbling on about something else as we came closer to the guitar player with amazing fingers and a hypnotic gaze.

"Boys." I could hear Sophie-Anne's voice somewhere but I found it difficult to lurch myself back into reality.

"Ah, and here is our beautiful queen." The second guitarist said. Oh good, I was back to reality and could look away. I didn't expect the feelings of aloneness though, I was at a party for goodness sake!

"Oh stop!" Sophie-Anne slapped his arm playfully. "This is Sookie. Sookie will be joining us on tour."

"Your coming too Sophie-Anne?" The lead vocals asked raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I can't come on tour, but I'll find you when I need you."

I heard them laugh. "Now, Sookie, this is Clancy, the tour manager, Victor, guitar and Eric plays guitar too. Eric makes the most outstanding noises!" Eric smirked and I couldn't help but blush a little when I thought of the noises I would like to hear him make.

"Pleased to meet y'all!" I plastered my best 'help me' grin on my face and used my thickest accent. I didn't mean to but I couldn't help myself, I caught a flash of blue again. I made a mental note to get rid of anything I have that is blue, it wouldn't do to be caught daydreaming over my own panties. Come to think of it my panties were blue tonight. What is happening to me, my mind is in turmoil just because I met some man I only spied a few hours ago. I think I need big help.

"You too lovely lady. Call me Vic." Victor took my hand in his and made an elaborate show of bowing over my knuckles. His lips brushed my skin but his eyes never left mine. I smiled politely. As he let go of my fingers I looked up to meet Eric's eyes again. He smirked at me (smirking and guitar must be his master talents) and rolled his eyes at Victor, and I couldn't help but giggle. His eyebrow rose a little at my giggle but before I knew it Sophie-Anne was dragging me away. She was heading towards sexy vocals. "Claude!" She waved him over. He stalked towards us. I noticed he looked bored.

"Sophie-Anne." He said. He didn't look my way.

"Claude. This is Sookie. You remember the girl coming on tour with us?"

"Yes. Pleased to meet you." Again he sounded bored. He hardly met my eyes. He did not smile. What a pleasant guy. Sophie-Anne touched his arm with her fingertips and moved us on. She was weaving through the crowd pointing out particular people when she seemed to find a target.

We stopped beside Tray. "And this is Tray."

"We know each other. Tray and I went to school together. He's a few years older than me. He was on the football team with my brother." I grinned.

Sophie-Anne looked at me, her eyebrow's raising. I looked back, then realised she was wondering about the story of my first boyfriend I had told the night I met her. "That was well after Tray left, when I was in my senior year."

"Oh. Good." She smiled. I wondered how much it mattered, I didn't think she would remember my silly story. Again I thought about how little I knew about Sophie-Anne.

When Maria Star arrived I was introduced and we hit it off right away. We were the same age and had been the same year at school. She was from Shreveport which meant we grew up pretty close together. We found we had some mutual friends. Suddenly this tour didn't seem as daunting. Maria Star was a beautiful girl. She had chocolate eyes and dark hair to match. She was about my height and build as well. "Maybe we could share clothes, that way we can have more choice!" Apparently she was thinking like I was as well.

Pam joined us and a few moments later Eric followed her. She grinned at me when she sat down. "Getting to know each other are you girls?" She asked.

"Oh yes, Sookie's lovely." Maria Star said sincerely. Eric smirked at me. Did the man have no other expression!

"And the band are pleasant too?" Pam asked.

"I haven't been introduced." Maria Star said.

"What!" Pam snapped. "Honestly Sophie-Anne's head is full of candy mice sometimes. Here, allow me. This is Eric. Guitar." And with that I was left in the company of Blue Eyes himself. I watched Hadley dancing to a Katy Perry tune. I needed to look at anything but him.

"So are you looking forward to going on tour with us?" Eric asked.

"I am. I haven't travelled much so it will be nice to see a bit of the country. Have you travelled much?" I could have kicked myself. And my stupid mouth too! Where did it get off asking such silly questions.

"I'm from Sweden." He replied as if that explained everything. It pretty much did actually, because Sweden was really far away. Did I just say that out loud? Apparently not or he would have walked away. He hadn't of course. That would be too kind to do to me tonight.

"What brought you to Louisiana?"

"An aeroplane." He responded.

I couldn't help it, I giggled. He was smiling. Not smirking, smiling. "You should be a comedian, not a musician."

"I know, very rude of me. My mother's from California. She and my father divorced when I was 17, and I followed her here. She lives in San Francisco. I attended Berkeley when I was 18."

"Is that how you met the other guys?"

"Yes. We were all together at one point. We were a bit drunk, one thing led to another and the next thing I know I'm committed to 4 men and a drunken dream."

I laughed again. We're having a conversation I realised. A good one too, getting to know him. He smiled again, and it wasn't that arrogant smirk he liked to use but a smile. "I love music" he told me putting his big hand on my knee "its intense to hear a beat, discuss it with friends, and believe me my friends are talented, and to actually record the sound in my head. It's something else. Something basic. Something raw." His eyes lit up when he was talking and his voice lowered. He didn't say the words to me he growled them.

"Can I use that?" I asked. My voice was quiet, rough. I was shocked at his intimacy, honesty. I wanted more. I wanted to get up and run away with him. I haven't even known him 6 hours and I was dreaming of running away.

"Yes, but only when you think its right. Don't just throw it into any old blog for the internet. Keep it safe."

"I will." I whispered. What was it with this guy, I wanted to be close to him and stay close, and that just meant one thing to me. I had to get away. I was freaking out.

"Sookie! Dance!" Hadley grabbed my hand. I glanced back into those blue eyes as I was dragged away. I tried to smile but I couldn't, no expression would come. I just looked.

I danced for a while before I thought it was safe to sneak away. Hadley helped me with my escape plan. Maria Star would take myself and Amelia home while Hadley would distract Sophie-Anne. I had no intention of staying here tonight. Once I was through the apartment door I took a deep breath. It was so nice to be home, to be near to my bed. I kicked off my shoes and let my hair down. I changed quickly for bed, too tired for a shower and just fell in wearing an old work t-shirt and Bridget Jones panties.

I expected sleep to come quickly, before going to the concert I had been up early shopping to get some essentials for our tour. I had packed, unpacked and repacked 2 bags. I spent quite a few hours typing up some reports on a new band Sophie-Anne signed yesterday and then I got ready to go out. All in all it had been a long day, but why wasn't I tired?

I could feel the burn on my knee where Eric's hand had rested when we talked. I imagined his hand there now, maybe his fingers caressing my skin. I wondered about those long fingers trailing up my leg to my hip, making little circles with his fingertips as he went. Then I could almost feel him moving his hand to the inside of my leg. My own finger ghosted over my pussy as I imagined his would. I gasped as my finger caught the edge of my panties. My other hand trailed up my body to my breasts…what am I doing! How will I ever get asleep. No no no no no!

I tossed and turned all night long thinking about him. I didn't want to think but I couldn't help it, my mind was in overdrive. At 4am I went for a cool shower. It did nothing for me. As I stood under the gush of water I imagined him stepping in behind me. His hands would grab my waist, then they would both slip down over my soapy hips. They would finish on the fronts of my thighs, where he would use them to pull me to him and I would feel his hardness for me. He would kiss my neck and run his hands back up over my tummy to my breasts where he would caress my nipples.

I gave in. I let my fingers slip between my legs. I was so wet thinking about him. I couldn't help myself and only moments later I had release, but I was far from satisfied. I dried off and went back to bed. I slept restlessly until after 8am. I gave it up as useless, got up and went for a walk to collect the Sunday papers. I read about how Eric Northman had went to parties with a redhead on Monday night, a brunette on Wednesday and a blond on Thursday. There were pictures of each of the women. The men thought him a hero and women were falling at his feet, according to the article. The journalist was even thinking fair play to him.

I sighed into my third cup of coffee. The man was a playboy and I had to get him out of my head. I didn't know how I was going to survive living with him on a bus for the next few months. I did the only thing I could think to do, I grabbed my purse and keys and headed out for some retail therapy.

I have to say a big big big thankyou to Jo. I dont know how many times poor Jo has had to read this for me before we were both happy with it.