Ash is on a rampage. Her last goal: Killing Eric Northman!
After her boyfriend Tom is killed in New York by a handsome looking stranger she makes it her life mission to revenge his death. With the grand revelation she finally finds a clue as to who...
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And once again, I woke up in a place unfamiliar to me. This was becoming a habit—one I definitely didn't like. As my consciousness slowly and sluggishly returned, my thoughts trailed a step behind, only fragments of the last few days reappearing in my mind. The feeling of urgency tugged at my senses, like I needed to be somewhere, remember something, but my mind refused to obey – all I got was a headache.
Sighing, I dropped back into the pillows in the unfamiliar surrounding.
It was dark.
Again.
And I wasn't alone in bed.
Again.
The shape of the body beside me was suspiciously familiar. But something felt different. I strained to listen, then froze. The body at my back was breathing. Vampires didn't breathe. They didn't need to; they had no need for oxygen. Yet every cell in my body was certain, that Eric was lying beside me. My cells knew it, even without my brain consciously acknowledging it.
Where his skin touched mine, I felt his coolness, but from that contact, a warmth spread, slithering under my skin and winding through my body. His breath brushed against my cheek—he was holding me so close—and a shiver ran down my spine down to my toes. His presence thrummed in my bones, pulsing through my blood, tingling.
God, I sounded like a lovesick teenager. Enough of that.
I twisted around, not without effort, since Eric was holding me as tightly as a five-year-old clutches a stuffed animal, ready to give him a piece of my mind. But the sight of him stopped me cold, the words dying in my throat.
Red streaks marked his face, and though his eyes were open, they held such sorrow that it was like a knife to my guts, stealing my breath. I placed a hand on his cheek, wiping away the marks that must have been his tears. He leaned into my touch, his eyes closing as he took a deep shuttering breath.
I had never seen Eric look so human before. It terrified me. Inside, I felt the carefully constructed walls around my heart begin to crumble; my own breath became shallow, and my eyes started to sting.
"Eric, I—"
Eric shook his head vehemently, and I stopped. What could I even say?
Help, I can't take this.
Wild Eric, fine.
Seductive Eric, difficult enough.
Arrogant Eric, almost amusing.
But vulnerable, human Eric...?
I had had some equally rough... what was it, 48 hours? I couldn't even guess what day it was anymore. I had been awake too many nights, passed out, and woken up in bizarre situations. So the sight of vulnerable, human, crying Eric just about broke my heart. There was no more denying it. Despite everything, he meant something to me. He'd made me feel. So much.
