After drinking Pam's blood, you have a dream about her. A dream you've never had about a woman before. You didn't even think you could have a wet dream, you've never had one, but anything was possible now. You'd have to ask Sarah about this, it would be too embarrassing to talk to Pam. She was the subject of the dream.

You woke up just after sunrise, ruining your sleep schedule again. But you didn't have a nightmare like last night, you had a sex dream. It would've been a welcomed change if it wasn't about Pam. You were starting to be excited to go to work and this put a damper on things. It pained you, but every day was more interesting than the last. Not like your life in New Orleans. The most interesting person you met was a fake witch in a fake magic store on Bourbon Street. Now you knew actual witches were real.

As you look around, you realize you're not in your bedroom. You're not in a bed at all, you're on a couch. A large comfortable L-shaped couch, but not Sarah's couch. You jump to your feet, noticing the black coffin in the center of the room. It looks like a vampire's bedroom, you relax and sit down, gathering the blanket up off the ground. There's a bathroom and even a TV. It was hard to remember, but you knew what happened earlier. Elvis walked out of the basement. Elvis. Fucking Elvis. Your stomach growls and you sigh, hanging out with vampires isn't healthy. Moving to Shreveport was sort of ruining your life, or making it more intriguing. You didn't know yet.

"Did you have a nice dream?" You jump and turn around, Eric is behind the sofa, hand resting next to your head. You glare at him, how did he know? Another uncomfortable question you'd have to ask Sarah. You'd have to make a list of all the questions you had to ask.

You don't reply to him and stand up, heading for the door. You could wait for explanations, you didn't want to deal with him right now. Not if he was gonna embarrass you. Eric stops you, rushing in front of you. He's holding a box of takeout and a plastic spoon in his hand, he holds it out to you. You look up at him, a little wary, but grab the box anyway. It's still warm, and it smells good.

"Sit down." He says, motioning past you at the couch. Before you can make your way over, he's opening his coffin. You sit down on the couch without taking your eyes off Eric, who's now making his bed, or his coffin. He closes the lid gently and glances back at you. His blue eyes are curious and narrowed, making him look almost mad.

"I have some questions to ask you about what occurred in Bon Temps." He says, leaning against the coffin. Another interrogation from Detective Eric. You didn't have much time to be shocked that he knew where you were, Sarah likely told him. But you wouldn't be surprised if he was watching you or hired someone to watch you. In return, you decided you wanted him to answer some of your questions too.

With an unsteady sigh, you open your food and start eating it, a little self-conscious. You didn't know how vampires felt about food, "Only if you let me ask questions too." You say after swallowing your mouthful of fried rice. He doesn't look surprised at what you said, he only nods, crossing his arms. You take another bite of food, catching a glimpse of Eric's chest moving up and down. Can vampires breathe?

"Do you remember anything about that woman?" He asks, tilting his head at you. You didn't, it was dark and she was wearing a mask. But you did remember the vampire. He had exceptionally long black hair and bushy eyebrows, with what looked like bright yellow eyes. He wore a cape and dark clothing with fancy dress shoes. He looked like he came out of an old vampire movie. His hair looked soft too.

"No, it was too dark to see anything. I only saw the vampire," You say honestly, eating another spoonful of rice. You swallow and realize you forgot to thank him, something that embarrassed you a little bit. If your grandma was here she'd probably scold you for that.

You clear your throat, "Thank you by the way, for the food." You say glancing down at the rice in your hands. It's pretty good, tastes like fried rice, ordinary. He and Pam have been reasonable to you so far, which surprised you. The only violent people you met so far were humans. That didn't surprise you, you had your fair share of fights in high school. Something that seemed to help 2 nights ago when you nearly got a needle put in your heart. Or wherever she was aiming. You were just grateful she didn't have a gun, that was your first guess. If she had a gun you would be dead right now.

He waves you off, "It's nothing, humans eat to survive. Wouldn't want you dying so soon," Eric says, making you wish you never thanked him at all. He sounded vaguely threatening, too. Like you would die at some point. You knew you would, hopefully of old age though. It wouldn't be right to give up or stop fighting. Anything you experienced in this town, you'd make sure you survived it. But if you die, that's alright too. As long as you get to write your will first.

"So, do vampires breathe?" You almost want to cringe at your question, you feel so dumb. It pains you, not to know everything about his kind. But at least you had the chance to ask some questions. You wondered what Sarah did when she first found out.

Eric looked mildly amused at your question, a smile tugs at his lips, "No, we do it out of habit, and to smell things. It helps us appear human to those who aren't aware of our existence," That made sense to you, he'd been breathing for 20 years or so before he died, why stop now? That made you wonder how old he was.

You nod and take another bite of your rice, barely registering Eric sitting on the couch near you. Does he have to run every time he moves? It was starting to get annoying, no longer scary and impressive. At least he was attractive. You hated that he was, it would make it hard to dislike him. You couldn't, it was the same with Pam.

"What did the vampire look like?" He asked. You were waiting for him to ask you that. He ignored you earlier in favor of being weird. You describe the vampire, trying not to leave out any details. He didn't look like he knew him, that's for sure. There was no surprised gasp or foreboding look, so he probably wasn't an enemy. Not that Eric knew of. It took him longer than you thought to ask that question. He could help find the woman that attacked you in the forest at midnight. If he didn't kill her before you even knew who she was.

After you answer his question, he relaxes on the couch and rests his hands on his knees. You take a deep breath, "I didn't want to ask you this but, how did you know about my dream?" You're not surprised by the amused smirk on his lips, it embarrasses you even more. You shift in your seat, uneasy under his gaze. It seemed like he did that on purpose, or maybe it was just your instincts. You didn't know.

"When humans consume our blood, they dream of us. Those dreams are usually sexual," He says flippantly, "They will pass when her blood leaves your system." He adds, it's comforting to you. A weight is lifted off your shoulders, you didn't know Pam well enough to be attracted to her yet. The dream came as a big shock to you.

You didn't know how often Eric and Pam revealed themselves to humans, but it probably didn't work out often. It was a little worrying, maybe you'd go ask Sarah if she knew a witch that could see your future in a crystal ball. You knew it wouldn't serve you to theorize, you'd find out someday. If she even knew any witches. It wasn't hard to be pessimistic about your future, after meeting immortal creatures that ate people to survive.

"Did I just meet Elvis?" You ask, eyes widening as you recall the events of this morning. The question seemed to have reminded him of something and his eyebrows raised for a second.

"You met what's left of him," he says, "don't call him that, if you want to live. Call him Bubba." At your confused expression, he explains what happened to Bubba. The vampire at the morgue, the brain damage, but he leaves out his preference for kittens. Something even he was disgusted by. You weren't much of an Elvis fan, but the story of his death made you sad. Especially since he wasn't turned consensually. The man died on the toilet for God's sake. Sometimes when you were constipated you were afraid of the same thing happening to you. But you didn't consume opiates every day, so you were probably fine.

After Eric's explanation, you finish your fried rice and close the container. Eric stands up from his spot on the couch and starts walking toward you. He holds his hand out and you drop the box and spoon into his hand, he's gone before you can thank him again. You look behind the couch, and you notice there's a mini-fridge. Lifting your arms above your head, you stretch and stand up with a yawn. Eric dashes into the room and you jump, resting your hand against your beating heart, "Do you mind not doing that?" You ask him, taking deep breaths to calm your heart rate.

He steps toward you and holds out his hand, he's holding a bottle of soda in his hand, "A habit," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand, "But if it makes you uncomfortable, I won't do it in your presence." You're thankful, it would make being around him easier. You take the bottle out of his hands and sit back down, looking back at the mini-fridge behind the couch.

"You don't want anything in there," He says, looking amused again, "That's where we keep our blood." You wince and turn around, stopping a shiver from running down your spine. You didn't want anything in there, not after he told you what was inside. Eric walks further into the room and sits back down at his spot on the couch.

While you're sipping your drink, Pam speeds into the room. You almost do a spit-take and scream dramatically just to make a point. You didn't think it was polite to go around scaring people. She knows exactly what she's doing. You're still a little wary after your dream, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat, away from Pam. She doesn't notice, or if she does, she doesn't care as she makes her way over to you. She grabs you, a little aggressively, by the head and analyzes you. She follows the movement of your eyes, probably making sure you didn't hit your head yesterday.

"Are you feeling okay?" Pam asks, and it sounds almost painful coming from her. You notice your palms are sweatier than normal and you wipe them on your pants, embarrassed. Being this close to the subject of your dream wasn't good. Especially since you noticed things that you wouldn't have before, like how hot Pam was. If Eric wasn't around, you figured Pam would've eaten you alive.

You clear your throat, trying to be quiet, "Yeah, I feel fine." You half-lie to the vampire, who doesn't look like she believes you. But she knows you're uninjured. At your lie, and hammering heart, she smirks.

Eric turns to her, "Get Bubba's food please, Pam." He instructs, eyes lingering on you for a moment. You didn't know what Bubba's "food" was, but Eric didn't seem to want to say it in front of you. Pam drops her hands and leans away from you, slowly. Then she turns to Eric, rolls her eyes, and disappears from the room. You close the bottle of soda in your hand, it almost slipped out of your hands after Pam walked in and scared you.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that." You say, chuckling for what felt like the first time in a month. And it probably was. You didn't have much to smile about at the moment, but you did despite yourself. It felt good to laugh at all, you're thankful you have something to laugh about. Even if it isn't funny. You can't tell what Eric's thinking, he was usually pretty hard to get a read on.

He shrugs his shoulders, "You will eventually." He says, and you find it hard to believe him. But you can tell he's serious, so you try to believe him. Eric stands up, turning to look down at you.

"Call if you need anything." He says before leaving the room, at a normal pace this time.

After he leaves you let out a yawn and settle on the couch, tucking your legs in and pulling the blanket around you. You stay awake for as long as you can, thinking about Sarah and what she would think about all this. She would probably congratulate you for spending the night in a man's room. Even if he was a vampire.