okay here is another chapter, this one is still focusing on bonding. The next chapter should have some action in it.

I wanted to thank everyone who gave me a review and make sure they know I read them as soon as they are posted. I wanted to mention my grammar isn't great, its not my strong suit and isn't always a priority. I try to make sure every thing can be read despite errors I may have missed. I also want to point out that this story is told from Dina's point of view, everything that is written comes out of her head and her thoughts (except for the dialogue). If I were to mark her thoughts with a different font, everything but the conversations she has would be marked.

I'm still batting around ideas for other fics and am mapping out some ideas here and there. I haven't completly forgot about Dead But Alive, but its slipped from my priorities.

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We were laying there after another amazing round of mattress dancing. God, I loved vampires. if I was ever unsure, I'm not now. he never got tired, always seemed to know what to do and what I wanted, and didn't seem to think it the least bit crazy or unrealistic to want sex at least once a day (if not more. we both wanted on more.)

I had my head on his chest and his arm was draped over me. he was quiet and I wondered if he was in his 'down time', but he let out a sigh when I began tracing a pattern around his shoulder with my nails.

"You don't do this often do you?" I asked him, feeling confident in the answer.

"I'm a vampire, not an imbecile. I know women like to be held after mating."

I wasn't in love with him grouping all women together, myself included, but didn't say anything. He wasn't trying to be offensive and I wasn't complaining about being held. but I told myself I shouldn't like it too much.

He still didn't answer my question. I could tell from his surprise the other day he wasn't use to just being touched and pleasured with ease. I'm sure most women put on a porn star act for him.

"That doesn't answer my question."

He paused. "Not really. I've never had a pet before."

His arm tensed as he realized his mistake of word choice.

"Did you just call me a pet?" I asked angrily.

"Its only an expression." He said evenly. "I don't treat you like a pet. I gave you my blood."

I pondered this for a moment. I knew this wasn't an everyday thing. I wasn't 100% sure of the significance.

"Kinda a big deal, huh?" I said eloquently.

"Yes. In...probably 300 years I've only given my blood to three women." He said as he played with my hair.

"Who?" I asked.

"You, Pam, and Sookie."

I felt a ping of jealousy. I didn't care about Pam, after this many centuries if he was in love with her they would have made some commitment by now. I wondered if they had sex or not. I was trying to accept that he had sex with other people. I reminded myself that his need for sex was similar to his need for blood. But I couldn't help but note that he was 1000 years old and didn't hunger as much as most vamps nor did he have the impulses of a newborn. He could also come to me.

I think it was Sookie that was my biggest sore spot. I didn't know how he felt about her. I hoped his feelings were only infatuation, competitiveness , and admiration for her. I didn't want him to actually love her. I didn't want to lie in bed with him and have him wish I was her or wish that he could change places with Bill.

"Why did you give me your blood?" I asked without thinking. Did I really want to go down this path?

"I just did." He said a little too quickly. I wondered if he'd been thinking about this and decided he wasn't going to answer me truthfully. I can't read his mind and I can never seem to get a good read on him or other vamps, but I'm not stupid.

I thought about something, but wanted to phrase it nicely. I struggled with my words and decided to just say and be honest.

"Eric, I don't want this to bother you...don't be mad for me asking" His hand stilled. "Would you ever treat me...the way some vampires do humans?"

He was silent for a moment before putting his hand on my arm over his chest. I propped myself up and turned to look at him.

"When we are with humans, I'll act as human as possible."

"Because of appearances." I qualified his statement.

"Yes." I could tell he wasn't thrilled about this. "You've seen how I treat you at the bar. that won't change."

I nodded

"And around other vampires....we'll address that when it happens."

This made me slightly nervous. I could tell this meant we would not only stop acting human, but I wouldn't be treated with the same respect I received at Fangtasia.

I was grateful for that. Truly I was.

"Thank you for how you act toward me at the bar. I was nervous you wouldn't like how I approached you that night."

He looked thoughtful. "I know, I could feel how fearful you were. Has anyone bothered you since?"

"No"

"How about at the shifter's? You come to me smelling like human, like many humans, I trust they know better than to get," He paused to find a good word. "friendly?"

"Yes. apparently your marks." I touched my throat. "repel both humans and vampires."

"Good." He smiled and said feeling very pleased.

Possessive nut. I rolled my eyes.

"About these," My fingers moved back to his fang impressions. "Can I start covering them now?"

"Why?"

"They don't look professional. Eric don't take offense. I don't care if everyone knows I'm with you."

"Fine. I'm going to bite your thigh again, those I will not heal and they will always be covered unless we are in bed together. I like having physical proof of me on you."

I looked at him with a sour face. "You like marking your territory."

Yes" He laughed, not the least bit contrite about what he said or how it might make me feel. He flipped us over so he was on top of me.

His lips touched mine and moved to my right cheek, down my chin, across to my left cheek, and back to my lips. His tongue moved across my mouth and his fangs pushed into my skin when he kissed me. His mouth didn't move off of mine until I couldn't take being deprived of air any longer.

"I like you identifying yourself as my territory." He smiled.

"Eric!"

Damn it. I didn't mean it to come out that way. He apparently didn't want to listen to me yell or clarify as he moved down my body to settle between my thighs.

It felt somewhat unnerving to just have him stare at me. It reminded me of The Vagina Monologues. Apparently, Eric liked to look. And smell and taste and touch. If other parts of my body besides my mouth spoke, he'd probably listen.

He placed his hand on the junction of my hip and trailed downward. His index finger went right over my artery. His fangs were poking out from behind his lips.

"Watch me." He commanded.

His eyes locked mine. I began to breathe hard. I was anticipating his bite, his touch, and wondering what he was going to do. His gaze was intense and I could feel how happy he was.

He gave me one last look and the next thing I felt was his fangs diving into my skin. I couldn't hold back and a high pitched noise of pain came out of my mouth. I pressed myself back on the bed and fisted my hands in my blankets. He was sucking on my skin hard, harder than he had to. He picked a very sensitive artery and I knew my blood would be flowing strong. He didn't just want his fang marks on me, he wanted a nice deep hickey and to bruise my skin with his teeth.

He moved his fingers over my lips, teasing me. I moaned and bucked my hips. His index finger slid inside me.

"Eric." I breathed.

He slowly stopped feeding and began to close my wound with his saliva. He moved his head and pulled his finger out of me. His tongue began to run back and forth over me. Grazing my clit until I withered under him and whined. He kept teasing me.

I suddenly felt something different - a sharp sting in one of my most sensitive areas. He paused and drug his fangs over my labia. I gasped. He grabbed a tight hold of my legs and did it again. And again.

He stopped grabbed my hips, pulling my legs over his shoulders, flicked his tongue over my clit and pressed his canines into my hood. It hurt but I didn't tell him to stop.

His hands grabbed my ass and he gripped me hard. His mouth went back to work, quickly alternating between scratching me, licking me, sucking my lips, my clit, and nipping my skin with great carefulness. His hands worked my butt and thighs. I wondered if I'd bruise from how tight he squeezed me.

The sensations were overwhelming. It felt so good ; it hurt so much. I didn't know if I was moaning pain or pleasure half the time.

He stopped and pushed my legs away and repositioned himself to enter me.

His eyes caught mine and he thrust his full length into me all at once. I groaned and my body lifted off the mattress.

I was very tender and his thrusts were painful. It still felt good to have him inside me. My body was so torn between the pain and pleasure. I couldn't keep track of the noises I was making - yelps, groans, moans, sigh, gasps...

"Tell me you're mine." Eric commanded and ground his hips against mine.

"I'm yours."

His handed moved between us to touch me. His pace slowed and I adjusted to the sensations.

"Bite me." He said to me.

I leaned forward and nipped his shoulder. I looked at him and saw his disapproval. He wanted me to break the skin. I couldn't do that. Partially because of how dull my teeth were and because I was scared to hurt him. I know that's ridiculous, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

He bit his wrist and put it to my lips. I fed from him and pressed my teeth into his skin. He moaned and his thrusts increased once more. He was going to cum.

His body went rigid before relaxing. He cried out in a language I didn't know.
His weight pressed down on me for a moment before he rolled over beside me.

I caught my breathe and thought about what just happened - I'd never done anything like that before. but I liked it. I didn't know how I felt about liking it however.

He sat up and looked at my thigh. An unhappy look crossed his face. His blood had healed the majority of the marks he left on me. I was sure my neck would be clear, I no longer felt the same pain between my legs as I did a few minutes ago, and (looking down myself) I only had a very faint discoloration on my leg.

He had apparently given me more blood than he thought he did.

"Dina." he said.

I sighed, leaned back, and spread my legs wide for him.

I caught him smile before he bit into the other thigh. Same as last time, it hurt. But I was prepared. He took very little of my blood, but kept his fangs imbedded in my skin. He gave me another hickey that included some scrapes and nibbles from his teeth.

He stopped and looked at my leg. It didn't darken up yet so I don't know how he knew it wasn't up to par. He went back to sucking and biting my skin.

It dawned on me that he probably knew how bruises formed and how they would look later on. Boy, that was a lovely thought to have in my head.

He pulled back once more, looked, and nodded his head approvingly. He moved up and kissed my lips.

"Go to sleep. I'll be here tomorrow."

"Okay." I said and laid back to go to sleep. I pulled my blankets up. It felt as though I was missing saying something. If he was a friend of mine, I'd probably say I loved him. But I couldn't allow myself to say the words in even a friendly, non- IN love way.

I had a feeling one day it would be in an IN love way, rather I liked it or not....

The next day was very typical. I briefly wondered if it was truly as monotonous as I thought it was or if spending my nights with a vampire had risen my standards for what was interesting.

I was very tired so when I got home I left a note for Eric to wake me and fell into bed. I had to have fallen asleep in minutes. It was one of those moments where you don't even remember falling asleep when you are woken up.

Eric's hand was on my shoulder and his lips were right by my right ear.

"Wake up. I'm here."

I forced my eyes open.

"Hey." I said softly and yawned.

"Do you want to go back to sleep?" He asked.

"No...No, just give me a minute to move. And wake up."

I stretched out rubbed my eyes.

He sat there on the edge of my bed. There was no way I was moving without coffee. Damn, caffeine addiction!

"Why don't you wait for me in the living room? I'm going to take a minute."

He nodded and kissed my cheek.

I went to the bathroom, did my business, splashed water on my face, and ran my tooth brush over my teeth. I had a bad case of middle of the night breath - which was even worse than morning breath.

I got my coffee and sat next to Eric on the couch.

"Did you see what was in your hall way?" He asked.

I thought and couldn't remember if I looked or not. I didn't have anything in particular jump out at me when came in. I shook my head.

He reached over and pulled out a box.

"Its not all of them I'll have to see why they split the order." He didn't sound pleased.

"Eric it happens. This came very fast." I started opening the box.

"You would like us to watch one of these movies?" He asked, sounding like I brought up the strangest and most foreign concept he'd ever heard when we ordered these the other night.

"Yep. Can I pick?" I asked politely, not that it mattered since I liked everything he ordered.

"Sure."

I pulled out the one I wanted and he took it from my hand. A look of surprise and then incredulousness and finally disappointment fluttered across his face.

"Are you serious?" He looked at me.

I put on the dorkiest, biggest smile I could muster and nodded my head.

He muttered something in a language that was not English. I laughed and grabbed the box from him. I ran to the kitchen to get some snacks and he didn't seem to bothered by this.

I was munching away on my popcorn when he reached for my wrist. I caught his eye and knew what he was silently asking. I nodded. He pulled my arm toward his mouth and bit.

It was...an experience, to say the least, to watch a movie with a vampire who was feeding from your wrist.

One of my favorite scenes from the movie came on. The Cry Baby Girls (Pepper, Wanda, Hatched-Face) tell Alison that their bazooms are their weapons.

"I see why you like this movie." Eric said, cupping my left bazoom.

I laughed. But made a small grimace when Cry Baby said that infamously retarded line: You got it, you got it raw.

Sometimes I have no ideas how I could love movies like this. I'm sure the 1000 year old Viking with me didn't care much for it.

We finished the film and I was sleepy once more.

"I've been lax in some of my duties. I'll try to come here tomorrow, but it will be very late if I do." He told.

I kissed his lips. "That's fine, I'll be here."

"Get some sleep lover." He rose and walked out.

I took his advice after I cleaned up and fell back into a deep sleep.