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Genevieve pulled herself up off of the floor with Pam's help, and one glance at Danny showed the fear that he had for his immortal life. "Just me?" Genevieve asked hoarsely, and Pam nodded.

"I am sure that your turn is later." Pam told Danny, as she looked condescendingly at him. She gave Geneva another dark look, and walked forward. Genevieve looked quickly at the stage to see that it was empty now, and both fear and curiosity hit her. Who was in that office? She stared at the floor, and tried to wipe off the lipstick that was smeared over her lips off with her hand. Pam reached the closed door, and she gazed down at Genevieve wordlessly. They both knew that every word would be heard by the vampires inside, and Pam just reached out and squeezed her hand. She left Genevieve standing there, and she fidgeted with her dress as she attempted to straighten it ineptly before she tapped on the door. Her heart was racing and nausea was setting in as she did, and then the door opened.

"Genevieve." Sophie's voice greeted her with false cheer, and Genevieve took a deep breath as she prepared for her fall. "So good to see you again." She gestured for Genevieve to come in, and shoved her down onto the couch after she had reluctantly entered the room. Genevieve landed hard, and straightened as she stared at the floor silently. She could see Eric standing behind the desk out of the corner of her eye, but kept her gaze steady. "So I officially missed the first show on this very desk, and seem to have interrupted another in that cozy little booth. I tried to see better, but what I did see what quite steamy." Genevieve felt her blush hit her cheeks, and she looked at Sophie with cool eyes. "Perhaps you are a……what is the word…..fangbanger. Yes, that's it." She sat next to the girl and sniffed the air deeply. "I smell desire and I also smell you, Sheriff. Tell me, did the sheriff know that you were fucking his staff prior to now? Did the staff know that you were still fucking him? This could cause quite a situation, couldn't it?"

"It is only a little sex, Sophie." Genevieve said, leaning back as she looked at the queen.

"Do not speak as though we're friends." Sophie warned her, her eyes darkening. "Does the sheriff feel that same way?"

"I think that he made that clear last time." Genevieve said, getting all of her words out before she grew brave enough to meet his cold blue eyes, She could read the feelings in them, but the emotions slamming into her were worse. There was a deep anger, jealousy, disbelief, and it stung to realize the lack of love that he was feeling. She took a quick breath as their eyes locked for a moment, and she felt the tears behind her own eyes. "I am sure that he does not care that much about little old me." Her words wavered, and she looked back down at the ground as she blinked. Her guilt mixed with his feelings, and she found it strangling her. Sophie rested her hand on Genevieve's leg just above her knee, giving the appearance of stroking it when she was pressing her fingers hard into the skin. Genevieve winced, and Sophie stared at her.

""Since you are really such a little whore, perhaps you should come with me for a time. We could have fun." Sophie suggested, sliding her hand up slowly. "Get you out of here for awhile, and show you what it can really be like."

Genevieve glanced up at Eric once more, and she was met with a deep glare in his customary neutral face. She realized that all of the talk about fighting for her meant nothing now, and that she was on her own. She swallowed as it set in, and then closed her eyes. She saw her parents faces in her mind, and remembered hearing of their deaths. Various memories with Eric replaced them, and she felt tears threatening to spill. She remembered the night he had proposed, and she breathed deeply. It had been hopeful then for them, if only just a little. "Fuck this." Genevieve murmured aloud, and felt a few pairs of eyes on her. She looked up at the queen with a warning in her eyes as she sat up straight. "I will only say this once, Your Majesty." She put an extra sarcastic effort into the last two words as she stared at her. "I am going nowhere with you, tonight or ever. I would rather be dead. Therefore, I am offering you the taste of me that you have always wanted to have." Genevieve glanced at Eric as she slid her red hair onto her right shoulder and tilted her neck to expose the bare skin of her neck. His eyes had changed to horror, and she closed her eyes. "Make it count, Soph." She waited for the bite, knowing it would not be the kind the was accustomed to. The sudden and sharp pain made her wince, and she let the tears slide down her cheeks. The pain grew as the queen drank hungrily, and it nearly made Genevieve forget that her hands were roaming over her body as she was pushed back onto the couch. She prayed for a fast end as she felt the tears fall, when suddenly the queen pulled away with a good chunk of her neck in her mouth. "Fuck." Genevieve moaned, feeling blood sliding down her skin as she fell back onto the cushions.

"I left her just a wee bit warm for you, Sheriff. Have one last time with her and clean up." The Queen stood up and wiped the blood from her mouth, smiling down at Genevieve. "Mmmm, so tasty. Thank you." She left with the silent vampires that had been in the office with them that Genevieve had not even noticed, and Genevieve sobbed in pain. She felt someone place something against her neck, and she cried out with the sting.

"You stupid girl." Eric told her, his voice tortured as he spoke. He cradled her in his arms as she sobbed, and she clung to him the best she could as she felt the life fading out of her. "Why did you do that?"

"I'm….sorry." Genevieve whispered, as she began to feel herself slip into unconsciousness. "I love you."

"Drink, Genevieve. I need to turn you to save you, but please drink." Eric told her, and she heard the sound of his wrist tearing open quickly. He shoved it against her mouth, and she weakly tried to drink. "Drink. Don't die on me." She got a little bit of strength as the blood flowed, and she sucked harder. She felt a strength flowing through her, and then she was fading again as he opened his wrist again. She heard Eric call Pam in a low voice, and then she was gone.

Eric's POV~

I watched her in the booth as he kissed her, and felt a rush of icy rage as he pressed her against the wall. It changed to a shock as I saw her arms go around him, and I fought to not show my feelings to the queen. The words that she spoke disappeared the second that she said them, but I did agree to join her in the office to get away from the sight of Genevieve as he slid her onto the chair eagerly. I worried for Genevieve's fate, but my anger was too much to allow myself to care too much at that moment. The plan that we had made to be together seemed to be falling apart before my very eyes, and I tried to picture a world without her in it. It took everything I had not to turn around and rip his head off, but I had to keep it together for the queen. We assembled in the office, and I stood behind my desk and I directed Pam to summon Genevieve. The minutes seemed like hours and finally she was there, disheveled and shaken.

I stared at her beautiful face, wanting a glimpse of her eyes. I felt her waning desire, and my anger increased to a slow rage, but she would not look at me. I also felt her strong guilt and regret, and I willed her with my eyes to look at me. The queen spoke harshly to her, but I kept my composure as I glanced between them. Genevieve finally met my gaze, and I saw regret and strength in her eyes as she stared at me. Sophie Anne touched her and she looked away and winced in pain, and my fists clenched tightly behind my back. The very idea of her serving the queen infuriated me, and I narrowed my eyes as she suggested it to my Genevieve. Genevieve met my eyes one more time, and I saw the defeat in her own as she bared her neck to the queen and told her to essentially take her life. She was dying in front of me, dying for me in a manner of speaking. I was flanked by four of the biggest guards that she had as she sank her teeth into Genevieve's neck, and two of then held my arms in place as I went to lunge at her. The two that held on were nearly my own size, and quite old. They didn't make eye contact with me, but watched silently and probably hungrily as Sophie Anne drained Genevieve as she winced painfully. Tears were sliding down her cheeks, and I struggled again. I began to see my existence with her as you would a film, beginning with the first time I had met her emerald eyes at Merlotte's I remembered the first time she had been in my office, showing her stubborn streak well. The times that we had been close enough to kiss, and the times that we had parted filled my mind. I remembered nearly losing her in Dallas, and the way I had saved her as I struggled uselessly again. I nearly felt her as I remembered the way we had made love there for her first time, and then so roughly the morning of Godric's death. The last memory was of her wearing my ring as I kissed her and slid my hand up her thigh, and I finally felt the guards let me go as Sophie pulled away from Genevieve as she ripped a hole in the side of her throat. Blood shot out easily, and Genevieve fell onto the couch in pain. I was stunned when she told me that Genevieve was still warm and suggested something crude as she left, and I rushed forward to hold her as I removed my dark shirt. I pressed it into her neck and cradled her, registering her heartbeat As she sobbed.

"You stupid girl." I could not help but to reprimand her. "Why did you do that?" I could feel her heartbeat fading and her emotions as well, and I begged her to stay with me. She told me that she was sorry and that she loved me, and I tore my wrist open and forced it against her weak mouth as I begged her to drink. I told her that she would be turned, and I came as close to praying as any vampire would as she began to suck my blood into her body. I spoke Pam's name quietly, and waited for her to enter the office.

"What happened in here?" Pam asked me, staring at Genevieve's now sleeping form.

"The queen began to drain her, but she left me enough to try and save her." Eric responded quietly, staring at Genevieve's face. "I need to be in the dirt with her, down in the basement."

"You turned her? Is she aware of this, Eric?" Pam had discussed it with Genevieve, and was aware of her slight reluctance.

"She understood as best as she could at the time." Eric replied, and held her closer. "I could not let her die, Pam."

Pam watched him for a long moment, and nodded. "I know." She walked through another door to go down the stairs to the simple basement, and began to dig in the corner where the earth was exposed. He had never needed it before this, and he felt tears in his own eyes as he considered this not working. Pam came to him when she was done and he carried Genevieve down the stairs and cradled her in his arms as Pam covered them. He closed his eyes, and pressed closely against her as he held her.

Genevieve woke slowly, wondering if she was with her parents now. She turned her head, and felt something covering her up to her face. She sat quietly and listened, hearing so many sounds at once as she tried to pinpoint them. She heard glasses being washed in a kitchen sink, and it was far away but not too far away. She heard voices discussing a night in a bar as they giggled the way women do when they gossip. She heard the cars driving outside on a road, and radios that were playing inside of them. Genevieve frowned, and moved her head again as she moaned softly. There were many other sounds that began to blend together, and she tired to move her arms. They went up effortlessly, and she realized that she was pushing them through what felt like dirt. Genevieve heard the sound of someone walking, and she thought that is was above her and she moved her head again. She opened her eyes slowly, and it was dark but not dark. It was dark, but her eyes could see as if it were daylight. She gasped, and sat up with a speed that she was not accustomed to, and she looked around. He stepped forward then, and she looked at Eric as if she had never seen him before. She stared at him with startled eyes, and he kneeled down to look closer at her. His eyes were blue as always, but they were more multi dimensional and seemed to glow to her. His face was paler and looked like marble, and his hair seemed to have gold infused into it as it hung to his shoulders. He was covered in dirt, but he looked like a statue that she would stare at all day of she were to come across it. He tilted his head at her, and she met his gaze as his eyes seemed to melt onto her. "Eric."

"Are you okay?" He offered her his hand, and she took it automatically and gasped. His skin felt like warm velvet over stone, and she looked at their hands together as he pulled her out of the hole that she was in. Her skin matched his, and she touched her bare arm with her free had as she stood up and felt the same warm velvet sensation. She stared quietly, and he stroked her hair back gently and she felt little sensations of warmth where his fingers met her skin. "Do you remember?" His question was simple, and she thought for a few moments. She lifted a hand to feel her now healed neck, and furrowed her brows.

"She wanted to kill me, but didn't. You had to turn me to save me." Genevieve's voice had a smoother tone, matching his voice on a more feminine level, and she looked at him in surprise. It hadn't registered when she had only spoken his name. "I am a vampire?"

"You are. A very breathtaking vampire." Eric told her, and she gazed down at her dirt covered body. The skin was a few shades paler, and she touched her skin again as she marveled at the smoothness of it. She looked back up at him, and swallowed. "I knew that you would be." She sensed his relief then, and it was the strongest that she had ever gotten his emotions before. She sensed his holding back with her, and she stared at him. "We can go home and get you in a shower to clean up when you're ready. Are you hungry? I have some True Blood for you."

It hit her then, and she gasped. The hunger was sudden and intense, and she nodded. As she gazed into his stunning face, the desire hit her. It was enough to make her legs wobble despite her strength, and he held onto her as he slid a long arms around her tiny waist. That made the desire stronger, and she felt it throb within her. She had known that he was gorgeous when she was human, but this was so much more. So much stronger. She took it all in, and stared into his eyes. He seemed to reflect what she was feeling as he met her gaze with his intense blue eyes, and they both looked up as the basement door opened. "Well, aren't you a stunning vampire?" Pam observed, as she came down the steps in her vinyl heeled boots that matched her outfit for the night. "Good job, Eric."

"I already had a great base to start with." Eric said quietly, gazing at Genevieve appreciatively. Genevieve smiled at Pam, and looked at what she guessed vaguely to be a sister figure to her. Pam held out a True Blood to each of them, and Eric took a long sip of his as Genevieve stared at it. She hesitantly sipped at it, and the taste was overwhelmingly good. She drank the bottle in a few gulps, and the other vampires smiled at her approvingly. Eric gave his bottle to her as well, and she drained that in a few gulps as well. The strength that was flowing through her whole body began to tingle, and she rolled her shoulders back slowly. Eric had let go of her to make sure that she was strong enough to stand, and he appraised her with admiring eyes again. He pulled her up the stairs by the hand and got himself another True Blood as she sat on the couch in the office. She looked at the clock and assumed that it was night, and she looked down at the couch. A few moments or an event different, and she would have died on it. She remembered the pain of the bite, and the discomfort and revulsion of the queen's hands on her body as she fed. Genevieve closed her eyes and felt someone sit beside her and stroke back her hair again. She knew that he was Eric, and she leaned into his touch with her head. "Are you alright, love?"

The words filled her with warmth, and she touched his hand. "I was remembering the bite. I can still feel her hands on me as she drained me, and it was horrible."

"I could not see that. I was held by four of her guards so I could not stop it. She came very prepared that night. I am sure that she wanted to take you away with her, but your challenge to her seemed to be…..the best option for you. I expected her to kill you, but she left you alive enough." She felt Eric look at her, and met his eyes as she searched them. "How are you feeling?"

"Strong, a bit less hungry, and like I am new to this world completely." Genevieve responded, and he smiled in relief. She left out the part about wanting him so much that she ached, but that could be dealt with later. She remembered the scene with Danny too well, and she was uncertain of where it left them. She still felt intense guilt, and she glanced down. "I would love a long bath or a shower. I want to see myself."

"Let's go to the house." Eric suggested, finishing his True Blood. He grabbed his keys and she got her purse from the desk and they glanced at each other. He led her to the corvette and she looked at her car with a longing glance. "Want to drive your car and follow me?" Eric asked her, and she nodded slowly.

She got her keys out of the purse and climbed in it, starting it as a song played loudly. Genevieve watched him pull out of the parking lot and followed him to his house, and she instantly wondered if she would stay there as well. Did all of the things that were asked of her when she was human still apply? She thought about her ring that she had there, and the memory of the proposal made her smile. They parked in the long driveway, and she got out slowly. Eric glanced at her and smiled alluringly, and she followed him into the house. Genevieve only had a small bag of clothes, and she pulled out a little cotton dress and looked at him. He watched her as he stood very still, and she ran a hand through her dirty hair. He had never seemed so uncertain to her before, and she looked down as she entered the bathroom. She glanced between the shower and the bathtub, and the luxury of the bath sang to her. She filled it with hot water and bath gel as she inhaled the strongly sweet smell of vanilla. Genevieve listened and heard the noise of cars driving over the noise of the water, and had no clue where Eric was. She undressed and tossed her dirty black dress that she had been wearing that night aside, thinking that it left a bad taste in her mouth. Genevieve slipped into the water and ducked under to wet her hair, and came up with the realization that she would have a cleaning job ahead of her. The water was already dirty. She laughed with her new voice and leaned her head back. She loved the feeling of her new strength, and she ran one hand under the water to see if she felt different. Aside from her skin being so smooth, she felt firmer. She had more curves, and decided that having that done at the age had been the right idea.

Genevieve heard the dropping of clothing, and soft footsteps approaching. She felt him enter the room and then his gaze. Genevieve looked up at him as she tilted her head back, and her eyes were drawn to his muscular chest. "You need to clean up as well." Genevieve noted, and he nodded. "Want to join me?"

Eric met her eyes, and his matched her lust. He dropped his pants and she scooted forward as he slid in behind her. He grabbed something and began to massage her hair with a sweet smelling shampoo, and Genevieve smelled the coconut and lime combination easily. She leaned back and enjoyed the fire that he caused on her skin, dropping her hands onto his legs and stroking them with her fingertips. It was comforting and they sat silent as he washed her hair gently. "Genevieve." Eric's voice was soft, and she felt his hands on her shoulders. "I want to ask you something."

"Yes?" Genevieve asked, caught up in the touch.

"I changed you because I could not see you die like that, but I did not do so to force you to be here. I would never make you stay with me that way." Eric began, and she smiled.

"Are all other previous offers rescinded?" Genevieve asked him, a bit of sadness in her voice.

"I just need to know if you felt what I picked up that night at the bar. I felt that you wanted him as he threw you all over that booth they way that your emotions told me you did." Eric was direct, and she froze for a moment.

"Eric…….I said I was sorry. I know it may not change anything. For a fleeting moment, I enjoyed the contact. I was emotionally charged with her coming in so suddenly, I was terrified, and I was wanting you so badly that I could not think. I ran up there to hide, and he seemed to lose control." Genevieve tried to explain, and felt herself drowning in her own words.

"You are very lovely, and he is a vampire. I understood that, but to see you returning what he was giving you……would you have let him have you that night?"

"I do not think that I would. It was only for a moment, and I will eternally feel guilt for it. Sadly, I will live that long now in that sense." Genevieve explained, and he stroked her back. "I know that I was wrong that night. It was a stupid idea in the first place." Genevieve shook her head. "She tried to kill me anyway."

"Why did you ask her to?" Eric's words came out as a hiss, and she jumped slightly/

"I…..for several reasons, I guess. I refused to be her toy, because I find her approach repulsive. I knew that I had fucked up that night, and the look in your eyes when I saw you standing there…." Genevieve's voice trailed off, and she stared forward. "I knew that I was on my own and that you hated me, and I didn't have it in myself to fight. She would win anyway. I just wanted to give up and stop trying. I already lost my parents and I was seeing you drift away from me, and I could not take it. I didn't want to live anymore." Genevieve felt tears sliding down her cheeks, and looked down to see red drops in the dirty bathwater.

"I meant that much to you? You don't want Danny, or anybody else?" Eric asked her, and she shook her head. "You meant that you loved me when you were dying."

"I always will." Genevieve told him, and he pulled her back into him quickly. She gasped at the feeling of his body against hers, and her hands slid to his legs to touch him. Genevieve had understood that while she didn't need to breath, Eric still made her lose her breath sometimes as a vampire.

"I never stopped loving you. You saw and felt my anger that night, and I regretted that when you asked her to take your life." Eric told her, and she felt his arms slide around her waist. "Do you still feel my emotion?"

"More than before. I did when I woke up." Genevieve smiled, and slid her hands over his arms. "I was a little overwhelmed with everything, but I feel you."

Eric stroked her skin, and she closed her eyes. "We should rinse in the shower, since we dirtied up this bath between the two of us."

"It feels good to be in your arms." Genevieve murmured, and he chuckled.

"I didn't say that you wouldn't be, lover." Eric assured her, sliding his hand up to stroke her nipple lightly. She moaned at the sensation, and arched her back as he pinched harder. "Let's get in the shower. I want to see you, love." He gently pushed her forward enough to get out, and went and turned on the hot water. He offered Genevieve a hand and she let him pull her out, feeling shy all of the sudden. She moved to cover herself, and he shook his head. "No, don't do that. I have seen you many times. You're too beautiful to hide." He led her to a mirror and she looked in as her eyes widened. Her eyes focused on her face, and she took it in slowly. Her skin was alabaster toned and flawless, and she touched it gently. Her deep brown eyebrows were perfectly arched over her eyes that were a few shades brighter than her prior emerald green, and they seemed to glow as Eric's did. Her lips seemed fuller and they had a tone of deep pink to them, and she touched them as well.

"This cannot be me." Genevieve whispered, finding herself too beautiful for words. She let her eyes drop to her body, and noted all of the changes with a shake of her head. "It is like an easier form of breast enhancement. I'll never have to worry about sagging."

Eric chuckled at her, and she glanced at him. "I will never compare to you, Eric. You're beautiful beyond words to me."

"I will spend an eternity changing your mind about that." Eric promised her, and took her hand as he led her to the shower. He washed her with soap carefully, and rinsed her hair out as he massaged her scalp more. "There was a lot of blood from your neck, but it seems as though it came out. I didn't want to cut it." Eric murmured, and she looked at him. She washed him, admiring every line of his body as she did and taking every chance to stroke his skin. He was as turned on as she was by the end of the washing, and he pressed her into the wall of the shower as she set the soap down. He stroked his fingers down her skin, and she stared up at him with unblinking eyes. He slid his hand to her inner thighs and she moaned in expectation. "Let's dry off."

"I want you now." Genevieve told him, and he slid his fingers between her legs. She let out a strangled cry as she felt herself climax with the touch, and she stared at him. The sensations were so much stronger and complex, and she replayed them in her mind. "I won't always be that fast, will I?"

"It is a new feeling. Just wait." Eric told her, lifting her up and spreading her legs. He smiled as he saw her fangs, and she touched them with her tongue. He leaned forward and touched his own tongue to them, and she moaned softly as he pricked his tongue. She brought it deeper into her mouth and sucked gently on it, trying to make her way around their extended fangs. When their extended kiss ended, he eyes her mouth hungrily. "Use them, lover." She eyed his skin, and settled on the neck that she always had refused him. She sank her fangs carefully into his neck, and groaned at the blood that squirted instantly into her mouth. Her hunger was back instantly, and she sucked carelessly until she felt him enter her. She threw back her head and cried out savagely as every inch of him filled her completely. It was similar to her first time with him as a human, but she felt every thrust with every one of her muscles and then some. Her whole body joined in for the long and explosive climax, and she screamed as she released it. She recognized that he was not holding back at all, and she breathed uselessly as she stared at him as he climaxed. He let his eyes rove over her face and body, and she saw the desire that was not completely gone.

"You were holding back all this time." Genevieve accused him, and he smiled slowly at her.

"You were human and I was strong, very strong. I could have hurt you. I was especially careful your first time, since I didn't want to hurt you more than I already would. The morning of……I was a little rougher but I have always needed to hold back a bit. It was hard at times. Now I cannot hurt you and I can stop focusing on that and make you scream like that all of the time."

"I'll be more like you now with an insatiable sex drive?"

"I can only hope so." Eric told her, and she kissed him as she drew his face to hers hungrily.