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There is some language in this chapter, just so you know. It cannot be any other way when dealing with Sophie Anne. So don't say I didn't warn you.

I have also started another story, so check it out of you like. I decided to show Edward a little love as well, since he is the core of my daughter's very existence and I kind of like him myself. He's no Eric, but it could be a decent tale to tell. I am trying to avoid the Edward/Bella thing, so it could be OK.

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Genevieve stared up as Eric as he moved away from her, his face blank. He gave a look that suggested to her to keep her mouth shut and go along with what he did, and leisurely adjusted his clothing. ""So sorry to interrupt your little…….quickie, Sheriff." The voice interrupted her reverie, and she blinked at Eric's cold face as he turned around. Genevieve adjusted her clothing and grabbed her underwear from the desk as shame filled her heart. She slid forward onto the floor, not making eye contact with anybody in the room.

"It's fine, Your Majesty. There is plenty more where she came from." Eric said coldly, and waved a hand at Genevieve dismissively. "You may go."

"She could stay. I do so love the smell of sex in a room." The Queen said, her tone sugar sweet and sarcastic all at once. Genevieve's heart dropped and she glanced up at the vampire. She looked young, about Genevieve's age when she was changed, and she was dressed in clothes and hair reminiscent of the 1950's. She was staring at Genevieve with bright blue eyes, lighter than Eric's, and she sniffed the air deeply as she smiled. She was stunningly beautiful, but Genevieve could already tell that this was not going to end well.

"If you insist. The couch then." Eric ordered Genevieve, and she sat down as she bit her lip to stop the tears from sliding down her face. Genevieve decided to act the part of a drunk club girl, and she leaned forward to hide her face as she held the tears back. "So do what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

They went into a conversation that meant little to Genevieve as it was very inside with the words that they used, and she took several deep breaths as she fought her emotions. There was something very embarrassing about being discovered that way, and it was even worse when the man that said he loved you was acting like you were just some whore in his office on his desk. She told herself that it was an act, but there was a part of her that believed it. She felt someone sit beside her, and she slowly looked up to see the woman next to her. "I am also here because a little birdie told me that the sheriff had gone out and found himself a companion. A human companion! I couldn't fucking believe that, knowing his reputation as well as I do." She winked at Genevieve. "He has always had an eye for the ladies, and a lot of them. Never in the sense of a companion, but what they are for. Food and someone to fuck when the need arises." She slid her hand along Genevieve's leg, and smiled at the discomfort that she caused. She slid her hand up towards Genevieve's thigh, and all composure was lost at that moment.

"Get your fucking hand off of me." Genevieve snapped, and the blue eyes narrowed with anger. She moved away from the vampire, and suddenly found herself shoved hard onto the ground.

"Do you know who you are dealing with, human?" The voice was now a snarl, and Genevieve sucked in her breath at the pain in her side.

"I don't care. I am not a vampire so you mean nothing to be." Genevieve replied, and she felt a foot kick her down further. "Bitch."

"I smell you all over her, Sheriff. This was not the first time with this one? Tell me you didn't share blood too." The voice was harsh, and Genevieve looked up at Eric as he gave her a cold glance.

"She got a little wild one night and managed to acquire some, and it takes little to cause the attraction to be stronger. As you know. She is a very willing girl now, and gives me her body often. Normally not my style, but how can you resist someone that throws themselves at you so easily? Eric sneered, and she glared at him sincerely.

"Fuck off." Genevieve told him, and she queen laughed.

"She is very pretty for a human. I can see the temptation, but this one is very mouthy. That is fun in bed, but I am not enjoying it right now." Genevieve glared at the queen as she spoke. "I would not want you wrapped up in a companion, especially one so annoying like this girl. We would not want the sheriff to have any unnecessary distractions from his duties. Humans can be so emotional and soft most of the time, and that simply will not do in our world." Genevieve stared at Eric, waiting for his face to change or for him to even look at her for a second in the way that she was used to. His face remained neutral, and he even looked a little bored.

"I only use her for what she is good for. This is too long for her to be anywhere still as far as I am concerned." Eric told the vampire, and Genevieve felt her nausea. The queen gazed at her curiously, and Genevieve looked forward as she took another deep breath.

"You have business you need to focus on, Sheriff. We both know what that is. I suggest that you tame your whore if you decide to keep her around, or else I can take care of that." The queen licked her lips over her perfectly applied red lipstick slowly. "She looks quite delicious."

"She does taste good." Eric said, and Genevieve whipped her head around. "She has no aversion to fangs at all, nor is she selective where."

"Mmmmm." The vampire smiled as she looked Genevieve up and down slowly. "Come here, sweetie. How about a tiny little taste?"

"Stay the fuck away from me." Genevieve said, and was suddenly pressed to the wall with a hand around her throat. She began to gasp for air, and looked to Eric for help. She saw a panic in his blue eyes as it was just their gazes for a second, and then she saw the eyes of the queen as she glared at her.

"You need to learn a little respect, you stupid whore. " Genevieve struggled against the strength of the small woman, and she smiled. "I would happily take you back with me and really tame you." She glanced at Eric. "Keep that in mind, Sheriff. She is pretty enough for me to try and straighten her up." She let go and Genevieve grabbed her throat as she slipped forward onto the couch.

"That will never happen." Genevieve told her hoarsely, and she felt herself kicked hard onto the ground again. She slammed her head on the hardwood floor and gave up as she lay still with tears in her eyes.

"This whore is quite something. Handle it or else I will." Genevieve vaguely heard the voice say, and then the door closed. She felt Eric taking her into his arms, and she pushed him away weakly.

"I meant what I said to you." Genevieve told him, letting the tears flow. She curled up into a ball, not caring about the fact that she was on a floor. "You said it all so…….you made me believe it. You asshole."

"I didn't want her to know I cared. I couldn't." Eric told her, his hand brushing her hair back. "You don't know……"

"You let her do all of that to me and simply watched. You are not what I thought you were."

"You should have kept quiet tonight. She would have brushed you off and forgotten you, but now she has you in her sights." Eric sighed, and she snuck a look at his tortured face. "She left me options I do not like."

"What?" Genevieve asked, pain throbbing throughout her body. She closed her eyes as it hit her in waves, and she sucked in her breath.

"She wants you for her own. She has a few humans for her…..personal use." Eric said, and Genevieve felt icy hatred slide through her veins. "She does not want you with me, not like we are. Not even like what I alluded to now, possibly. I don't know where this ends."

"I'll walk away right now. It can be so that we never see each other again." Genevieve said, sitting up and crying out in pain as she did. "Fucking bitch. She kicked my ass."

"Let me look at you." Eric suggested gently, and she started sobbing. He leaned her against the couch and checked her over with his hands gently, and they both glanced up in alarm as the office door opened. It was Pam, who knelt down with concern to look at Genevieve.

"I think your pretty skirt just might be ruined." Pam said in a disappointed voice, and Genevieve laughed without humor. "Are you okay? She really got angry in here, didn't she?"

"She pissed me off. I wouldn't submit to her shit." Genevieve told her, and Pam exchanged a look with Eric. "What? I should have let her just grope me right here and now? It's bad enough what already happened in here." She gave Eric a cold stare and he continued to check her slowly with a steel blue eyes.

I think you should take some of my blood. It will heal you faster. You're banged up pretty badly." Eric suggested quietly, and she nodded. He tore open his wrist and she refused to touch him as she drank, making it businesslike.

"Thanks. I'll be going now." Genevieve said, standing up slowly. "You don't have to worry. I will make your life easy, Sheriff." Genevieve said the last word very sarcastically. "I'm out of it."

"Genevieve, no. Come to my house and we'll talk. You need to heal." Eric pleaded with her, standing up and holding her arms as she wobbled. "I love you, Genevieve."

"I don't know if I can believe that." Tears slid down her face, and he lifted her chin to meet his eyes. They were warm again, and she felt the love that was behind them. She felt the pain he was in, and she had the entire time the queen was there. His words still echoed through her mind, and she fought with the emotions versus the memory. "You were so believable, Eric."

"I have to be able to lie." Eric told her, and she saw the regret in his eyes. "I am not lying to you now. I never have."

"Go there, Genevieve. You're in no condition to drive home." Pam told her, and looked at Eric again. "I'll take your car there later."

"Fine." Genevieve said, and shrugged herself out of his grip. She looked down at her destroyed skirt, and shook her head. "I need something to wear. This is a mess."

"Such a pity. It was so great on you." Pam said, shaking her head sadly.

"Don't take this personally, Pam, but I never want to see it again. Not after tonight." Genevieve glanced around the office with a rueful look on her face. "I don't want to see this office again right now."

"I'll get something for you." Pam offered, and Genevieve eyed the skin tight black dress that she wore as she left.

"Hopefully not that." Genevieve murmured, and Pam tossed a smile over her shoulder. She returned quickly with a Fangtasia tee shirt and some leggings, and Genevieve glanced around the room.

"There is a bathroom inside of that door." Eric informed her, and she nodded her thanks. She walked in, and realized quickly that it was the room that he had mentioned before. It was stacked with some boxes now, but it was the perfect image of a sex den as she walked up. There was a huge bed with red satin sheets and candles everywhere, along with a few mirrors around on the walls. The sheets were messy, and she frowned with distaste. She glanced at the huge cabinet next to the bed, and chose not to look inside. She shuddered as she went into the equally garish bathroom to change.

"Damn you." Genevieve muttered, pulling on the scoop neck tee and black leggings quickly. She glanced in the mirror and saw that her curls were a mess and her face was smeared with make up and covered with healing bruises. She held her shoes in one hand as she walked back into the office and Eric looked at her from where he sat on the couch. "That room….." Genevieve let her voice drift off as she shook her head/. "I think I preferred the stupid desk."

"I do not use it anymore. I haven't since I have known you." Eric reminded her, and she shrugged. He sighed. "Pam is sure that the queen has gone for the evening, so we can leave if you want."

"I would love to soak the feeling of that filthy bitch's hands off of me in the tub, and clean up. So much for trying to impress tonight." Genevieve said, and bit her lip.

"You impressed. I think you know that." Eric said softly, and lifted her chin to look at him. "You stood your ground, Genevieve, but please be careful. Vampires have strength beyond your wildest imagination, and you could easily be dead right now. She held back a little, and I was there to offer blood to you." He stroked her cheek gently. "I'll be happy when your face looks better."

"You could hurt me like that." It was a statement more than a question.

"I could, but I never would. I felt bad that one night when things got……rough. So hurting you like she did is not an option." Eric assured her, and she stared at him for a long moment. "Watching you get hurt like that was torturous for me. It took everything I had not to rip her apart."

"Why didn't you?" Genevieve was moving past her rage, and it was calming to a curious anger.

"Bill went to trial for killing a vampire to save a human. Imagine what would happen if it were me going to trial for killing the queen of Louisiana." Eric suggested, and his eyes flared for a moment. "I would have stepped in if I knew I would get away with it. The feelings you were experiencing were tearing me apart. Your doubt in me was one of the worst."

Genevieve felt tears in her eyes again, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Let's go." They left through the back door and he drove them to his house in silence. She closed her eyes, as the night flashed through her mind. She felt him park the car and they got out, still quiet. It was not an angry silence, but more of a reflective one. Eric unlocked his door and Genevieve paused before walking in. "She is not here. I conduct all business at the bar or elsewhere. Nobody comes here, apart from you." She walked in and looked around the room, seeing the wilting roses on the table as she dropped her eyes. This did not feel like her home right now, and she felt her joy at the idea waning as she stared at the floor. She bit her lip and set her backpack down on the floor by the door. Genevieve did not raise her eyes as she went into the bathroom to run a hot bath, adding stuff to it as it filled. She just needed to soak and think. She grabbed the same shirt of his that she always wore around the house because it hung just right and it smelled like him, and she lifted it to her nose and inhaled. She closed her eyes and felt the tears again, and she went into the bathroom quickly. The room was only lit by a few candles and she stripped her clothes off and settled into the hot water. She leaned back and let her hair soak slowly in the water, and then leaned against the back of it. The silence filled the room, and she sighed as she relaxed very slowly. Eric was not coming in and she wondered where he was in the house. She decided that being alone was probably better and she closed her eyes slowly. The night flashed though her mind again, and she tired to sort it out. She knew that the queen wanted to take her to her….palace? Is that where she lived? She wanted to take Genevieve there to do god only knows what, or she wanted Eric to handle it. What did that mean? What were his options? If she left him now, would they both be left alone? The idea made her heart sink, and she shook her head slowly. She would if it were the best thing for both of them, for him. He could return to his old life, and she could resume starting over….again. She felt tears sliding down her face and she sniffled softly. She could someday stop loving him with every part of her body and soul, and get over it.

"No." Genevieve whispered softly, and she felt a presence in the room.

"Stop doubting." Eric said from the doorway, and she looked at him in the candlelight. "Stop thinking about leaving me."

"What else can I do? She could come back and hurt us both." Genevieve's voice was hoarse, and she coughed to clear her throat.

"She probably won't come here."

"She can find it though. She could look for me anywhere." Genevieve told him, her voice rising with fear. "What is to stop her from taking me or draining me on the spot?"

"You would be safe here, I think. This house is very secure, and I would be here with you at night after I make an appearance at the bar" His voice was reassuring, and she shook her head in disbelief.

"She does not like anybody having a companion and you still want me to move in." Genevieve said in shock, and began to laugh. She laughed until tears ran down her face, and then tried to breathe again. "You must be crazy."

"I must be. I love you, Genevieve. It killed me to degrade you tonight and to hear her do the same. She just speaks to hurt and always has. The timing was abysmal, but until she walked in I was feeling so good about tonight." Eric told her, and she looked at him with wide eyes. He stepped forward and pulled a chair up to sit behind her. "Lean forward a bit." She obliged his wish and he rubbed her neck gently, and she closed her eyes. He did that for a long time and then pulled her head gently back and massaged shampoo into her hair. She felt very relaxed and could have fallen asleep as he pressed his fingers into her scalp and ran them through her hair gently. "Please tell me that you love me at the very least. You acted like you hated me earlier."

"I hated who you were being. I hated that you could even say those things about me. The desk thing was not even….trashy until you started saying those things." Genevieve sighed. "I do love you. I am trying to figure out how I can walk away from you to make this all go away."

"You won't do that." Eric told her, and she reached her hands up to touch his. "The water is cooling down. Come watch a movie with me." Genevieve leaned back and rinsed her hair and then stood up as he held a towel out for her. He wrapped it around her, and grabbed a second for her hair that he used to dry it gently as she held onto the first one. She dried her body off and grabbed his shirt from the dry floor. She slid it over her bare skin and he watched her with heavy blue eyes, not touching her. She went to brush her hair and he took the brush from her and slid it gently through her wet tresses, and she sighed in relief again. He led her to the couch and turned on one of the old movies that he loved, and she cuddled in his arms as he stroked her hair. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent as she rested on his chest, and she pulled herself completely over him. She slid her arms around his back and under his shirt to feel his skin against hers, and pressed her face into his neck as she breathed deeply.

"I need you." Genevieve whispered, and he stroked her hair gently as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.