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Too broken to belong

Genevieve stared at the imposing figure staring at her, all too aware of the criticism in his voice. His blue eyes were steady as he gazed at her, and she saw the anger in them. She rubbed her head, and closed her eyes. "You would think." Genevieve replied in a resigned voice. "Perhaps it taught me how to really do the job right."

"You came to a vampire bar to get drunk and set yourself up for that on purpose? Do you realize how badly that could have gone?" His voice was demanding and harsh, and she felt tears in her eyes. "I would not have pegged you for being so ignorant."

"What harm would it have done?" Genevieve mumbled, feeling them slide down her cheeks. "Who the hell are you anyway? Where am I?"

"I am Eric Northman, Sheriff of Area 5. You know it as this area of Louisiana." His voice was arrogant and she glanced at him with irritation as he sneered at her. "I own this club, and you're in the office after I saved you from having your throat torn out."

Genevieve rubbed her sore neck and leaned her head back. "Thanks oh so much." Her voice trembled and she wiped her eyes with one hand hastily. She realized that she was sitting next to a vampire and she looked at him with a curious fear in her eyes. "Are you going to hurt me?"

"Only if you ask me to." His statement was bold, and he gazed at her with seductive eyes. "Perhaps for a birthday treat, Genevieve."

She could not hold back anymore, and she bent her head forward as the tears flowed freely. She felt dizzy and she closed her eyes tightly. Eric sat silently next to her, and she ignored him as she had her breakdown. "Happy Birthday to me." Genevieve whispered, and was surprised to feel a cool hand on her upper back. She tensed up, and he rubbed her skin gently.

"Let it out." Eric told her, and she took a deep breath. "What has you so down, little one?"

"You bring me here to tell me I am an idiot, and now you ask me that?" Genevieve shot back at him, and gave him a dirty look. "How do you know all of this about me anyway?"

"We check ID's. Pam likes you, so she remembered a few details. I could find out more." Eric hinted, and she shoved is hand away.

There was a knock at the door, and Pam opened it. "Her friends are being extremely demanding. What should I tell them?" She raised an eyebrow at her tears, and Eric glanced at Genevieve with cool eyes.

"Tell them that she will be heading home, and not to worry. They can enjoy the rest of their evening." Genevieve stared at him, and Pam rolled her eyes and closed the door. "I'll drive you home myself."

"I would rather walk." Genevieve told him, and he gazed at her with unyielding eyes. She stared back, taking in every crevice of his stunning face. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel perfection.

"You are from New York. You're mouthy." His words were short, and she looked down. "Shall we go?"

Genevieve wiped her eyes again, sighing at the black the flowed down her face. She followed him quietly to a back exit, and then he guided her to a pristine red corvette. He opened her door, and she sat back in the luxurious seat as he got in his side. The engine started smoothly, and he drove rapidly pout of the parking lot. Genevieve mumbled her address to him, and he gave her a look that suggested he already knew it. She looked out of the window, feeling the heat that was growing inside of the car. Genevieve was amazed at the attraction that she felt for him, but she would never act on it. She didn't have the strength to take any chances. She glanced at him after a few moments, and he was looking forward with a set frown on his face. "Thank you for helping me tonight."

He looked at her for a long moment, and she thought that she saw warmth in his eyes. "You're welcome." They drove in silence as the tears slid down her cheeks again, wishing for her quiet room and her pillow. With his fast driving, the trip took half the time and he was soon pulling into the driveway. He turned towards Genevieve and stared at her questioningly. He wiped her tears with one hand slowly, and she sucked in her breath as she gazed at him with fear. "Take care of yourself, Genevieve Richards."

"I won't trouble you again." Genevieve spoke her promise sincerely, and he stroked her cheek gently.

"I wish you would come back." Eric murmured, looking at her face. "Please do as soon as you're up to it."

Genevieve got out of the car after he dropped his hand, and walked slowly up to the front door. The house was dark, since it was close to midnight. She let herself in quietly, and went up to her room. Genevieve pulled off her clothes and opted for a tank and boy shorts, climbing into bed with a sigh. She felt another breakdown coming on, and she buried her head into her pillow as she sobbed quietly.

Eric's POV, just for fun

Eric lived his life in a detached fashion, letting everyone else around him show the enthusiasm. He had it all, or so it seemed. He could feed anytime he wanted, with a simple look at one of his willing humans. He could have more even easier. He focused on his role as the Sheriff, keeping a tight hold on everything that happened in the vampire existence with strict rule. Some would call him ruthless, but he called it survival. Humans were disposable to him, and there for his pleasure. Pam had sparked some interest years ago when he turned her in an impulsive act, but now she served him loyally. He felt love only for his own maker. That all changed one night after centuries of existing, when he entered Merlotte's to meet with Bill about his human.

The bar was filled with disgusting locals, and he looked around with great disdain. Pam sighed next to him, and they both looked around as they hated being there. She said something about one of the patrons to him softly, and he gazed around more to see the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had the most eye catching red hair, and her skin was as pale as his own. More than that, her emerald green eyes were fixed on him without feat or disgust. He could sense this town did not appreciate his kind, even with them coming out into the open. She gazed at him with interest, but he looked deeper into

her face. He saw a desperate sadness there, and an void that he suddenly wanted to fill. It ate at him as they stared at each other, and Pam cleared her throat abruptly. He walked with her to Bill's table and inhaled as he passed her table, catching her sweet scent as he did. He enjoyed it immensely, and he reserved it into his memory as he took a seat. They discussed business, and he looked at her constantly. She was aware of it, and met his eyes briefly before she would look away. He felt an ache that he didn't understand when she walked out with whom he could only assume was her family, and he watched with empty eyes.

When she came to the bar, he instantly sat up to watch her walk through. She looked beautiful and right there, but he could still sense her sadness. He watched her down drink after drink at the bar, trying to look happy for her friends but he didn't think it was working. She danced with them, and he could see her emotions in the way that she moved. She looked good nonetheless, and he felt a stirring as she moved sensually to the music without even knowing it. When she had realized that he was watching her, she had gazed at him with wide and beautiful eyes, darkened beautifully for the evening. She had stumbled to the wall, and then ran back to the bar as if to avoid his heavy stare, He watched with disappointment as she drank more, and observed her encounter with Darren with rising anger. As soon as Darren had her pinned to the wall, Eric was at his side and throwing him to the side as his partner stepped up and removed the vampire from the room quickly. Eric looked down at Genevieve's limp body on the ground, as all of the details that Pam had given her ran through his mind. His anger with Darren was intense as he lifted her gently, carrying her to the couch in his quiet office. He set her down and looked at her with warm eyes, taking her in as she was so close. She was to small and fragile as she lay against the cushions, and he touched the pale skin of her shoulder softly. She moved after a few moments, and he got a bottle of water and sat down next to her, watching her closely as she looked around. She was stunning in her beauty, and he spoke to her as he handed her the water. His anger was still unreleased , and he found himself taking it out on her without meaning to. She was different than most, and challenged him before she gave in to her tears that he had always seen behind her gorgeous eyes. He tried to be caring, but their words collided once again, and he hastily drove her home. It was easier that way. When he was at her home, he had memorized every part of her face and her slight frame, touching her soft cheek to have a memory of her as he asked her to return to him. He knew that he was feeling something for her, and it scared him. He didn't want to feel, or to care, for anything. He watched her walk into the house on shaking legs, and felt a deep ache where his heart would be.

I will work on these chapters getting a bit longer. I try to cut them off at a good part, but they always seem so short. Let me know what y'all think once again. I am not sure of this chapter myself.