The vampire world was still unfamiliar to you even if you had been dating Eric Northman for a while. He was different. I mean how could he not be? He was a 1000 years old. And a vampire. He was an asshole but he could be soft at times. And despite seeming so out of your league he was dating you.

And here you were in Fangtasia waiting for him to finish up business. You sat at the bar drinking a vodka cranberry when a man came up to you. He was a vampire, you were pretty sure, you still had a hard time figuring it out sometimes. You were polite but turned down his offer to buy you a drink but it didn't stop him from talking to you.

It was when Eric opened the door from his office that he saw the vampire chatting with you. He appeared at your side in an instance. "She is mine." He nearly hissed at the other vampire. Eric often did not appear to be what the stereotype of a vampire was very often but in this moment you saw the almost animalistic side of him as his arm slid around your waist like he was staking his claim.