[True Blood Fanfiction] I wasn't so naive as to believe working for a vampire would be easy. But I never thought it would alter the course of my entire life, that I would discover things I never knew about myself, or that it would ultimately unearth a long-buried family secret that would endanger the lives of everyone I loved. Eric/OC

Sophie Reed moves to Bon Temps to live with her sister. She gets a job at Merlotte's and thinks the town is boring, but she couldn't be more wrong. She catches the attention of a vampire that everyone thinks is heartless- Eric Northman. Could a vampire like him ever really love a human or is Sophie just another toy of his? **DISCLAIMER: I do not own True Blood or any characters. This is only a fan fiction.

Following the slaughter of her village, Elizabeth is plunged into the dangerous and deceptive world of Vampires. Forced to work as a maid for one of the most highly honoured Vampire families, a risky romance sparks. The choice that Elizabeth then has to face is not a simple one: Providing she finds an escape route, does she leave her lover behind for her own safety or stay with him?

this story contains adult content!!!! read at own risk. I glared at the vampire before me, pressing myself against the bars of my 'cage' before dropping the glare and offering him my sweetest grin, "once I get out of her I'm going to kill alllll of you!" I swept my arms out wide, my grin turning feral, "I'm going to rip out all of your throats and see how you like your blood being drained from your neck." The vampire flashed his fangs at me in an equally menacing grin, "you can try that all you want, after the auction." I was tempted to spit in his face but I really did not want to be whipped...again. ~~~ Calla, an 18 year old human girl has always lived her life on the run, but was captured by vampires and forced into auction at a high end 'pet shop' where any wealthy vampire can buy her and proceed to do as they please until they decide to kill her. Pessimistic, rude, and short fused Calla is one hell of a handful, one most vampier's don't want to bother with...until him. THIS SHIT IS RATED MATURE in case you were curious this isn't labeled Mature on the wattpad rating thing because it won't let me change my fucking maturity thing.

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.