When you came in the air went out

No time to wonder

Why were we pussy-footing around here? I asked myself angrily, earning me a frown from Sookie. I raised my eyebrows at her, in an almost challenge, thinking very clearly; It's not like I said it. She rolled her eyes and we both went back to watching Bill glamour the driver, Leon.

We were all sat in the stationary limo, still in the hanger while Bill was going through some kind of frustratingly slow routine where he put the guy at ease. Leon had come here to abduct us (well, more likely Sookie) and if he was glamoured we could find out why.

I interrupted Bill's soothing tones with my own angry one "Who sent you?"

The guy didn't respond, remaining still and staring at Bill who did look round at me disapprovingly.

"Sorry" I said, sounding more defensive than apologetic "I just think we should get to it and get out of here. Whoever sent him may come here to see what's taking him so long"

Bill gave another second or two to just stare at me, something that I did not appreciate, but he must have agreed with me as he got the driver to take us to the hotel.

After check in, which involved an oh-so-charming gesture by Eric of changing Bill and Sookie's reservation to a room with no bed, we went our separate ways briefly so I could drop my bag off before heading over to their suite to have a further chat with the driver.

I opened the door to my room and was a little bit in awe of the suit. It was HUGE, opening out into a living room with huge flat screen and sofas. To the right was a small kitchenette with a couple of cupboards, sink and a microwave.

Hmmm... the microwave got me thinking. I walked over to one of the huge windows flanking the swanky looking fireplace. I could tell by the street lights below that the glass was tinted but it wouldn't keep the sunlight out. I peeped up between the glass and the curtains and got my confirmation; light tight blinds ready to descend, no doubt automatically, before sunrise. It seemed that Eric had also changed my reservation to a light tight room.

I scowled, and hoped it was just a mind game that he was playing, letting me believe that he could come in at any time he wanted. Well, if I double locked the door at least he'd have to pay for new locks if he broke in.

I continued to grumble to myself as I wheeled my little case through the door to the bedroom where I was greeted with a practically naked vampire that repulsed and attracted me simultaneously.

I spun around immediately shouting "For Christ sake Eric, put some fucking clothes on!" God he made me so angry! Walking in to MY room and laying on MY bed in practically nothing. I think the image of the fire engine red bikini style pants would be ingrained on my retinas.

"You Brits," Eric chuckled behind my back. I heard him get up off of the bed and head for what I hoped were clothes. "so prudish. Why do you turn when others would worship?"

"Worship?" I said, completely outraged by the concept. I turned, I couldn't help it, and found him stood right behind me smiling down at me while wearing a hotel dressing gown. I pushed him away from me, which he let me do as he took a step back. "Why would I worship a monster?" Instead of being angry he laughed at me, making me angry.

"Not everyone sees a monster, Alexandra."

"Just get out of my room" I didn't want to talk to him about this and I certainly didn't want to linger on how my name sounded on his lips. I wanted to stay true to my new-found belief that I should never trust him. Maybe 'trust myself around him' was more accurate. I put my mind back on the unmoving figure in front of me, and felt like stamping my foot "Eric!"

"I am not leaving"

I stared up at him but he was as cool as a cucumber. Infuriating bastard.

"Fine" I said through clenched teeth, "I'll leave." I turned and walked out to the living room.