Mine (Tom HiddlestonxEric Northman oneshot)

Tom was being pushed against a tree in the dark woods of Shreveport, with a hungry and very horny vampire sucking on his neck. He found himself moaning as the vampire's fangs penetrated his neck, sucking each drop of blood.

Oh god, how did I get myself into this mess? Tom thought.

Earlier that day, Tom had flew to Bon Temps, Louisiana to do research on vampires for his next film, Only Lovers Left Alive, and most of the residents weren't too kind about the subject of vampires.

He did meet a nice waitress named Sookie Stackhouse at Merlotte's, who told him anything he needed to know.

"Why would a nice guy like you want anything to do with vampires?" She asked him as she brought him a coffee. Sookie was reading his mind to get the real answer.

"I'm researching for a movie role." He told her. Sure enough he was telling the truth. She nodded, "Well, in these parts, vamps are dangerous. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into."

He chuckled his 'Ehehehe' laugh, she couldn't possibly think vampires were real. "Vampires are real, Tom." She said. He gave her a questioning look. "Oh, sorry...I kinda read minds...I'm a faerie." Sookie said with a smile. Tom was very shocked and confused. "So vampires are real, and faeries? Are werewolves real too?" He questioned in joking manner. She nodded. "I know a few vamps you could talk to. My friend Tara is a vampire, she's a baby vamp, but she's still a vamp. You'll need to go to a club called Fangtasia, it's in Shreveport. You'll have to go at night." She wrote the address down, and gave it to him.

"Good luck." She said.

Tom and his publicist, Luke, were driving to Fangtasia. "Tom, are you sure about this?" Luke asked.

"Of course I am." He said, as they were outside of the club. "I'll be in the car. Come get me, if you need me." Luke said before Tom got out. Going inside the club, he saw people dancing, drinking...and people being fed on. Tom couldn't believe his eyes, there were real vampires with real fangs penetrating men and women's necks.

He decided to turn around, and he was face to face with a very intimidating blonde woman. "Well, you must be new. You smell fresh." She purred in a southern drawl, her fangs retracting. She was dressed in a corset and leather pants. She came to Tom's shoulder in her high heels.

"I-I'm Tom, and I'm looking for a woman named Tara." He stuttered. "What do you want with Tara?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "A friend of hers suggest I talked to her, Sookie Stackhouse." He told her.

Tom watched as she rolled her eyes, "The fucking faerie. Follow me." He followed her through the crowd of dancing bodies to the bar. There was a black woman giving people bottles of red liquid, blood was what Tom thought it was.

"Tara, There's a human here for you." She said. "When you're finished with him, I'd like a bite." She winked, and walked away. Tom stared at her as she walked up to a blonde man sitting on what looked like a throne.

Tara rolled her eyes, "That's Pam, my maker, and I'm Tara. What can I do you for?" She asked. "I'm doing some research on vampires for a movie role, and your friend Sookie, told me to talk to you." Tom said.

"Well, I'm only a baby vampire...I think Eric can help you better. He's the oldest thing in here." she said pointing at the man on the throne. 'Eric' was watching them, Tom had to admit that the man was intimidating. Eric then pointed at them, and did a 'come hither' motion with his fingers. "Looks like Eric wants you to come over." Tara said.

They both walked over to Eric, avoiding the crowd of hungry vampires trying to get at Tom. Once they were in front of Eric, Tom's usually confident demeanor faltered.