I had finally decided to get myself a drink. I turned to Chow. I ordered a white russian. Chow proceeded to make a vampire joke and ask me what blood type I wanted. I must admit coming from a vampire it was kind of funny. I let out a little chuckle. I turned around once I had my drink in hand. I tapped into yet another wave of thoughts. For the most part all were of the sexual nature. I had caught, out of the corner of my eye, a young lady she looked no older than 18 walking towards Eric. I watched her drop to her knees in front of him and offered herself. Eric just shooed her away. She was then proceeded but a precession of lonely women who wanted him to bite them so badly. Some were quite the eye sores. Others were average looking. One and only one really stood out to me. She was near the end of the line. She was gorgeous much like Eric she was tall, blonde and skinny. She knelt before him and quicker than my eyes could process he was about to grant her her wish he had her in his hands fangs out and ready to bite her neck until he peered over her shoulder and saw me. I tried to play as though I hadn't been looking or couldn't care. I mean really I shouldn't have because he needed to feed and I could understand not really wanting to live off of TruBlood when you could have the real thing. At that moment I had been hit with an image of Pam. She was hanging from a tree by silver chains. My eyes widened. I near fell off my stool and on to the floor if it hadn't been for Eric I would have. He held me in his arms while he tried to understand what was happening. My body began shaking uncontrollably. The images of Pam being tortured kept flashing through my mind. Finally after about 5 minutes or so I was snapped back to my body in the bar.

Gasping for air I tried to relay what I had just seen, "Pa...Pa..Pam."

"Giselle?" A pause. "What about Pam?" Eric asked holding me closer to him.

My breathing picked up rapidly. I started freaking out. Eric grabbed my face. Eyes locked on mine. "Look at me Giselle. Look at me. Breathe. Slow down and tell me what you saw."

"Ch...Chains. Si...Si... Silver chains. Tree. Pam tortured." My ramblings felt like they weren't making any sense.

"Who?"

"I don't know I just I could see their faces."

"Okay I'll see if I can track Pam and we'll get to the bottom of this."

"NO ERIC! You can't. That's what they want. They want you to come to her rescue that's how they plan on getting you." I shrieked as I gripped his suit jacket and buried my face into it. My speech turned to swedish "JAG tigga du. Behaga icke gör det."

Eric's eyes widened as he looked at me."Sedan dess när vill du tala svensk flytande?"

I shook my head. "I don't know how or why I can speak Swedish. This is all new to me." Tears began swelling in my eyes again. Yeah sure Pam was a bitch but she didn't deserve this.

Eric swiftly stood up with me. He looked over at Chow and motioned for him to follow us to the parking lot. With me in his arms Eric walked over to the corvette and gently set me inside. He turned to Chow, who as Eric asked followed us to the parking lot. I couldn't be sure what Eric had told him but I knew he was giving Chow orders to track Pam. I pulled my feet up and placed them on the seat and pulled my knees up to my face. I sat there and silently cried to myself. After a few minutes I felt a strong urge to place a call to Godric. I took my phone out of my pocket while keeping my faced buried in my knees. The phone didn't even have a chance to ring before Godric picked it up.

"Child, I had a strong feeling that you were going to call." His velvety smooth voice was so calming to me.

"Godric. I miss you." I took a hard deep breath. "I need you more than ever." I exhaled as yet another wave of tears began falling from my eyes.

He sighed. It broke his no longer beating heart to hear me in pain. "Little one you are where you need to be, and you are with who you need to be with. Eric is who you need. He can take care of you my darling."

Before I spoke again "Breathe my child, you need to calm down. We don't need you working yourself up right now. There's no way to explain an earthquake in Louisiana."

"Godric, there's just so much on my shoulders right now." I sighed into the phone wishing he were next to me just to hold and console me. It was as if I could actually feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.

"Giselle, my love, my life, my child you know just as well as I do God only gives us what we can handle. You were given this gift with many facets for a reason."

I felt a warmth on my back as if Godric had placed his hand on me even though he were hundreds of miles away. Eric drove slower than normal, and he was quiet.

"I love you Godric."

"As I do you, my child. Remember when you truly do need me I'm not that far away." We both hung our phones up at the same time.

Eric looked at me. "Earthquakes? You can cause earthquakes?"

Chuckling a little while sniffling "Yeah. I've been known to, when I get upset or distraught, cause earthquakes and other 'natural' disasters. Yet another part of my 'gift'."

For the first time in hundreds of years a human has rendered ME speechless.

I pretended as though I hadn't been listening to him. "I placed a call to a human who owes me a favor and she has left her shop open just for you to go in and pick out some clothes."

Bless his dead heart. He was trying his damnedest to make me feel better and forget what was going on. I nodded. A few moments later we had arrived at an little boutique on the outskirts of town. All the lights were on and the young blonde who owned the shop was waiting for us at the door.

"Eric this is the only time I'm going to do this for you." She said firmly before laying eyes on me.

"Bridget you will do what I ask. I'll pay you good money and you know this."

I stepped out of the corvette still a little wobbly. The woman Eric had named as Bridget set eyes on me and pulled Eric off to the side.

"I don't carry her size in my shop. She looks to be about a sixteen or eighteen. My clothes stop at nine. Sorry but I can't help you Eric." She said walking toward the door of her shop.

Eric quicker than he had moved before had the woman up against the wall by her throat. She began screaming. I walked over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Eric please it's not her fault. It's fine. Please just let her go. This is the last thing I need right now." I said hoping that what I was asking him to do would sink in.

He lowered her planting her feet firmly back on the ground and loosened his grip. "Ignorance." He huffed. "Get out of my sight."

The woman opened the door and enter the shop quickly. "It's okay Eric I promise. I can order my clothes from the shop that I normally do. All I need is your credit card." I said with an all too fake smile.

He nodded. We got back into his car and finally headed back to his house. Around the time we pulled into the driveway it was about 3 a.m. He asked to sit with me while I picked out clothes online. I told him that he didn't have to but he insisted. We spent about an hour or so picking out about $3000 worth of clothes. Eric didn't seem to interested in anything but the lingerie that we had skimmed over. I laughed because he has some nasty thoughts come to mind and I mean over a thousand years old he could teach me a thing or do in the bedroom. We finally finished and decided to head up to my room to change in my pajamas. When I got to my room I suddenly realized that my pj's had been ruined the night before by the monster that had attacked me. I asked Eric to join me in my room for a second.

"Would you by any chance have a pair of sweat pants and a tank that could use to sleep in?" I asked scratching the back of my head.

Laughing. "Sure. Give a second."

Literally a second later he returned holding black sweats and a black tank. "Thank you Eric. You've been more kind to me than most people in my life. I guess i don't see the monster that everyone seems to perceive you as."

"That's because around you the lover in me comes out. I can't bring myself to be the monster that I am, with everyone else, around you. You make me feel alive." Eric had brought himself over to me within inches of my face. "There's something about you Giselle." He lowered his head and gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead. I felt my heart start racing. He nudged my forehead with his nose. I looked up and my lips met his. Wow. I felt the earth move. It was as if we were electric. He cupped his hands around my face and he kissed me more passionately. I felt his hands slowly move down my neck. He traced my collar bone with his cold pale fingers. He slowly moved them down resting on my breast. He cupped them in his hands and began to squeeze slightly. I had his face in my hands tracing the outline of his chiseled features. His hands slowly dropped to my waist. In one fluid motion he hooked his fingers into my belt loops and picked me up. He tossed me onto the bed behind me. With a quick yank he had pulled my jeans off of me as though it were nothing reveling black lace panties. He grinned. He untied my shoes gracefully. I sat up on my elbows watching his every move. Once my shoes were off he began kissing his way up my right leg. I felt quivers shooting through my body as though I was ready to orgasm. He stopped moving and looked up at me.

"Not yet you don't." He said staring at me from between my legs.

He stood up and quickly removed his suit. I just smiled. He looked like a Roman God. His body was rock hard and looked as though it had been made of marble. He lowered his body over me. He reached up and ripped my shirt as though it were a piece of paper reveling the matching bra to the black lace panties. That devilish grin of his reappeared as he slid himself down to the foot of the bed he slowly removed my panties allowing him his first look at my wet pussy. He licked his lips. He pushed my legs apart and lowered his head between them. Only centuries of love making and pleasing women could have given him the talent that he unleashed on me. He flicked his tongue swiftly back and forth over my clit. I let out a soft moan in approval. He spent a good while there making me wetter than I've ever been in my life. When I was wet to his satisfaction he raised his head and looked at me. I knew what he wanted. I did was resembled a nod. He pearly white fangs appeared and he bit me right on the inner thigh. The femoral artery to be exact. I let out even louder moan. Once he had his fill licked the wound and it slowly healed itself. He slivered his way up my body leaving a trail of kisses from navel to my neck. He was in a push up position when with one hand he snapped my bra off. His mouth lowered of my nipples and he began licking and sucking them. I felt his fangs scrapping over them as he did this. I lovingly kissed his neck and sent chills down his spine.I giggled. I worked my way up to his ear and nibbled on it. I whispered in his ear, "I want you now." With a smile and a wiggle of his hips he thrust his hard cock into me like a freight train. He worked his hips back and forth in a rapid motion. I felt myself close to climaxing. He sensed it to. He slowed his hips down and rolled over on the bed pulling me down on top of him. I rocked back and forth on him. Feeling him throb inside of me. We both were ready to release. With a few more quick thrusts down I felt him explode as I released. I fell to his side gasping for air. He smiled as he rolled over on his side with his arm bent and hand holding his head up.

"I've been wanting that from the moment I met you in Merlotte's."

Giggling, "It hasn't been that long, sir."

He laughed and we both yawned. It was nearing dawn. He kissed me goodnight and walked over to the doorway to the passage between our rooms.

"If you want, you can come and sleep with me." He said turning back to face me.

"Thank you Eric but right now I'm too tried to move."

He smiled. "Goodnight my dearest Giselle."

"Goodnight my viking Eric." We laughed and he disappeared from the doorway.

I passed out a few seconds later. I was asleep for a few hours when I woke up to an excruciating pain. My eyes flew open and my neck was burning. I let out one of the worst screams I had ever in my life. I couldn't move and I just continued screaming.

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Translation:

JAG tigga du. Behaga icke gör det. I beg you. Please don't.

Sedan dess när vill du tala svensk flytande?Since when do you speak Swedish fluently?