A/N: I know that many people are all about Eric and Sookie being in a relationship, but this is something a little different...hence it being a fanfiction. Just a heads up though this is a bit of an AU story. Please read, review and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of True Blood or of the creations of Charlaine Harris. I just own what's orginal here. : )


Chapter One

1810, London England

There was a smoky quality to the air as the kerosene lamps of the DuPont's Mansion burned lower. The evening had grown late but guests still milled about the rooms enjoying what was supposed to be the social engagement of the year. Evelyn Townsend had seen better herself but refrained from comment as she sat quietly off to the side watching several young couples twining together in a dance. Her interest in the party had dwindled not long after she had arrived, but to leave so soon would have garnered insult to the DuPont's and undue attention to herself.

"Evelyn, he's staring at you, dear." A hushed voice whispered next to her.

Evelyn's hazel eyes drifted up to acknowledge her companion. She was a pretty little thing with blonde hair and a faint blush. Evelyn smiled faintly at the muffled excitement she could see in her eyes, "Who is staring, Gwyneth?"

"That man in the corner. He hasn't looked away from you since he's entered." Gwyneth whispered again, "He's rather dashing."

Evelyn felt her smile deepen at her friend's words as she turned slightly to see who her friend was talking about. She didn't have to search long as she caught sight of the curious stare that was being directed at her. Her smile slid into a vague smirk as she took in this stranger's full appearance. His hair was smoothed back into a low ponytail showing off his chiseled jaw and intense blue eyes. He was rather pale even in the dim lighting of the mansion, but for some reason that made him more attractive.

Evelyn's brow furrowed for a moment as she distantly replied to Gwyneth's comment, "Yes, he is quite dashing. I think that he may be staring at you though."

Gwyneth's blush deepened in embarrassment as she shyly looked away, "Don't be ridiculous, Evelyn."

"I'm never ridiculous, my dear." Evelyn said softly as she brushed the other girl's cheek, "Any of these men would be lucky to have you. You are utterly beautiful."

Gwyneth smiled and looked down into her lap. Evelyn sent her a knowing look before moving to stand, "I need some fresh air. I'm going to take a quick stroll about the grounds."

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Gwyneth asked as began her own preparations to leave but Evelyn quickly shook her head.

"No, stay. Enjoy yourself." She murmured, well aware that the stranger's eyes were still trained upon them.

The blonde's eyes widen slightly, "By yourself? Evelyn, what would people say?"

"I'm a wealthy widow, dear. They won't say anything more than that I'm a foolish girl." Evelyn said amusedly as she thought of how old she really was, "I'll be fine. Everyone is too busy here to really care what I'm doing. I promise I'll be back soon."

Gwyneth frowned worriedly but nodded her consent.

It didn't take long for Evelyn to slip out of the mansion and into the cool night air. She felt a shiver trail down her spine as she walked. Unthinkingly, she muttered a few words under her breath causing the chill on her skin to disappear. This action didn't go unnoticed by her silent admirer. It wasn't until she was a sufficient distance from the house that he made his presence known to her.

He purposefully made his steps a little firmer for the sound to alert her to his being. His sharp eyes caught the reflexive tensing of her muscles before she relaxed once again and turned to meet his stare.

"Madam Townsend, you shouldn't walk alone at night. It isn't wise." His voice was soft, almost monotone, but even she could see the ironic amusement that flickered in his eyes.

"You have me at a disadvantage, sir. You know my name, but I do not know yours." Evelyn said quietly as she waited for him to finish approaching.

"Eric Northman, lady." He said bowing his head slightly in greeting as Evelyn returned the gesture, "Now, why are you walking alone?"

Evelyn pursed her lips as she found herself studying the man before her once again, "I was merely saving you the trouble of luring me outside yourself."

A small sense of surprise trickled over Eric as he eyed his prey, "Why, madam, would you think that I would lead you out here?"

"I don't believe you are bold enough to try and feed from me in a room filled with people." Evelyn stated dryly, "Unwanted attention is something to be avoided, yes?"

Eric's eyes narrowed at her words. He had known that something was off about this woman the moment he had stepped inside the ballroom. Her presence had drawn his attention and at first, he had thought it was because she had smelled so pleasant. She hadn't worn heavy perfume like the other guests and when he had seen her delicate neckline bare of her deep brown hair he knew that she would be his next meal. Breathing in the air now he realized that he was smelling something not quite human.

"You obviously know what I am, but what are you?" Eric queried as he stalked closer to her slim form.

Evelyn raised a brow and smirked, "If you don't know then I see no reason in informing you."

It had been the wrong thing to say as she suddenly found herself pinned to a nearby tree. His eyes were dark in irritation as he watched for that familiar spark of fear. He did hate it when his prey was willing. Her fear never came however; the most that crossed her impassive mask was muted surprise and vague amusement. If her heart hadn't been beating then he would have thought that he was dealing with a fellow vampire.

He growled lowly, "You should not anger me."

"And why is that?" Evelyn questioned quietly as his hand came to cradle her neck.

She watched as his gaze fastened on to the vein in her throat for a moment before he met her eyes once again. He stared at her for what seemed like an eternity and Evelyn found a haze of warmth began to seep through her system. She breathed out softly as she recognized the stirrings of her attraction. She smiled faintly, he was glamouring her. How wrong she had been when she had deemed the night to be uneventful?

"You are fine. Everything will be alright." Eric said as he kept his eyes locked with hers, "What are you?"

The hand that had cradled her before began to press soft caresses into her skin. He knew exactly what he was doing to her body.

Evelyn felt her smile deepen, "I believe I said I wasn't going to inform you."

The vampire blinked in surprise as he became even more intrigued with the woman before him. His glamour hadn't worked. His appetite was building, however, and he could feel some of his control begin to slip as she pressed herself closer to his body. Her scent was intoxicating….Eric unleashed his fangs as he leered down at Evelyn. His head bent as his teeth scraped along her flesh causing her to utter an almost silent gasp. A soft breeze swept through the air and Evelyn was no longer in his arms but standing a few feet behind him.

She grinned almost cruelly when he whipped around to find her, "Oh, you are entertaining, Mr. Northman."

"I glad one of us is enjoying themselves." Eric replied beyond frustrated.

He didn't move for her again. The second that she had freed herself from his grasp he had felt the power she kept hidden. She was more powerful than he would have guessed and twice as interesting. He needed to learn more about Evelyn Townsend before he made a rash decision. He noted the slight flush that coated her smooth skin and her elevated heartbeat before smirking. So, she wasn't as unaffected by him as she pretended to be. He appeared behind her a second later and leaned in to enjoy her somewhat aroused state. He was taken aback as she turned to meet his gaze again, but this time she laid a warm hand on his cool cheek.

"You won't drink from my person, vampire." Evelyn said softly as she tried not to let herself be drawn in by his looks.

Eric raised a brow at her words, "That sounds like a challenge, Madam. Besides, I wasn't planning on just drinking."

Curiously, she nodded in agreement, "Oh, I rather figured that, but you won't be satisfied with the outcome of that venture either."

Eric chuckled, "We shall see about that."

He didn't have a chance to act on his words before the sounds of others reached his ears. Almost simultaneously the two looked to their right to see a drunken trio staggering down the dirt path. Evelyn heard a faint sigh of frustration leave her companion at the interruption and bit back a smile. She took a step away from him and meandered back to the path herself before turning.

"Perhaps we will meet again, Mr. Northman." Evelyn called out as she made her way back to the DuPont's Mansion.

Eric watched her go but muttered under his breath, "Count on it."


2011, Shreveport Louisiana

A black pump slid from a convertible as its owner surveyed the club before her. The music that was playing inside was felt as rhythmic pulse by the partygoers outside. Evelyn raised an eyebrow as she caught sight of the neon sign that flashed Fangtasia and shook her head as she walked towards the clubs entrance. She wondered vaguely what she had done to piss karma off. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would be here in the lion's den.

Her dour mood only increased as she felt a familiar presence lurking behind the club's walls. She wasn't surprised by him being there. After all, it was his club and she was in his territory, but that didn't mean she had to like it. It had been quite some time since she had seen Eric last...and they hadn't parted on the best of terms. All Evelyn could hope for was that Eric wouldn't notice her presence tonight and that tomorrow she would be far away from his clutches.