Yep, you've stumbled upon another Eric Northman fanfiction... I'm not sure if I've managed to keep him in his character, but I tried to. And he doesn't come into action until next chapter, but I really enjoyed creating the main female lead, so, hopefully, you'll like her too.

The time-line is sometime after the first book, for my convenience Bill and Sookie are happily dating and Eric is not mesmerized with Sookie too much. The book characters belong to Charlaine Harris and I'm just borrowing them for a while to satisfy my wild fantasies of hot vampires ^^ Well, enjoy!

P.S: the story is mature for there will be MATURE scenes later on, so blame yourself if you ignore this and read something inappropriate for your age.

The night was dark and cloudy with no stars in the sky. Even the full moon hid behind the veil of the heavy rain clouds. My high heels clicked rhythmically on the concrete tiles as I wondered if I already had enough of Louisiana for now. Perhaps, it was time to move on. Little did I know that coming to Shreveport this night was gonna change everything in my life. And even if I did, I would still have come. After all, who doesn't want to spice up their life a tiny bit?

As I pondered about my possible leave towards new lands and cities, I continued on walking across the street in my usual manner, moving my hips only slightly so that it seemed rather natural, yet, at the same time sexy enough to capture a man's attention. I smiled to myself, knowing I couldn't look any better than I already did. I noticed some beggar on the street and winked at him playfully, which made him follow me with his eyes and lick his dried up lips as he let out a heavy longing sigh. Oh my, oh my. I grinned. Well, perhaps, I'll let him enjoy himself some time when I'm completely bored and feeling kind enough. I just love the eyes of men on me. I could bathe in their hungry stares all day and night without a break. I just couldn't help it – such was my nature. Men always thought they were the predators and whenever they saw a decent prey their so called hunting instincts would kick in. But for me, it was just the same, only the other way around. I was the predator and they were my little cute bunnies I could play with to my heart's content and then sink my teeth in. Not literally, of course. I'm not some crude being like those vampires that splat blood everywhere they go. No, no, I'm more elegant at that matter.

I halted for a moment, realizing I must have reached my destination and looked at the sign of the club across the street. "Fangtasia". I cocked my brow. Now that's just… just. I really didn't know what to think of it. The owner of the club must be one intriguing man. Or woman. On another note, I couldn't believe those stupid bitches aka my colleagues invited me here. Here of all the places in Shreveport.

I shook my head and walked towards the entrance. I was so glad I had decided to go with my sexy bad girl look today. Sometimes I liked playing the silent and innocent girl type, which was actually like honey to bees when talking about men. They felt so powerful, when they managed to seduce some innocent sheep that it made me chuckle every single time. And sometimes I'd play the part of an intelligent upper class business woman, bent on keeping her schedule even in bed. You wouldn't believe how many men fantasized about sex in an office building. I had many roles to play, many kinds of women I could impersonate… Oh, but forget it. Today I was bent on going all wild and I was happy as hell I did. It was widely known vampires enjoyed seeing lots of naked skin. Also, it was my colleagues that invited me here, so I just couldn't ruin my perfect image of a slut, now could I?

Anyways, today I was wearing my black leather mini skirt, which was plated below the waist and was decorated with metal rings. The waistband was adorned with a horizontal corset style lacing with black laces.

For my top I chose a white shirt which was tied up just below my chest. It was unbuttoned so that just a bit of my sexy black bra was showing up. I was also wearing black laced up high heels and when I say high, I do mean high. I doubt many women could walk in them longer than for an hour. I could though. Try practicing for a few hundreds years and maybe you'll be as graceful as I am.

I had curled my dirty blonde hair into light curls that fell down on my shoulders and I had applied my evening make-up. Not too much, just the way I liked it – black eye-liner and some eye shadow that gave my chocolate brown eyes a soft silver tint. And, of course, a lipstick, a very light hue of pinkish color, which almost seemed to be my natural lip color. I never really liked make-up too much. A truly sexy woman could seduce a man even without any make-up and wearing clothes of a nun. Trust me, she can. Already done it myself. A few times even. Well, what can I say? It was just too much fun.

I ruffled my curls one more time and crossed the street, putting on my never failing smile. A tall blonde woman in black leather clothes was standing by the entrance, checking the IDs of some young girls. I figured they just climbed over their 18 and wanted to try something new. Well, good luck to them. Meanwhile, I carefully examined the woman and frowned mentally, immediately realizing she was a real true vampire. So, the club name didn't lie. A vampire club. Just suave. I let out a slight sigh. I didn't like vampires that much. Arrogant blood suckers. So totally useless to me.

Still, I never backed down on an invitation, especially if it came from those pathetic girls Sasha and Lara. My so called colleagues. As part of my incredibly amazing collection of powers that I managed to develop over the years, I could strongly feel the moods of the people around me. And every time I met those two, I could feel their jealousy seep through. They hardly hid it too. Well, it figures though. I did steal their best clients, after all.

I worked at a human club "Passion" as a dancer and entertainment girl. I just loved the job. What could be better than an entire hall full of lustful men, sticking their dirty money up my bra or my tight shorts? Now don't start thinking that I am some kind of an every day slut - I don't sleep with anyone around, but I AM an attention whore. That one, I admit to. A smile crept up my lips as I remembered the enraged stares of the two blondes when I took away their usual clientele. Meh, what can I say? The winner takes it all, the loser has to fall. My most favorite line of all times.

Anyhow, if I didn't fuck around with everyone, that didn't mean other people didn't think so. Usually I'd accept most of the advances from the male population and no one knew just how many men had spent their nights in my wide and comfy bed. No one knew what I did with them either. I never chose men that would chat about their own experiences with others. And even if they did, I was sure it was discrete enough and could only bring me more men to feed upon. Still, even though men were merely my nutritional source, I sure knew how everything looked like from the outside. My guess was that everyone believed I was a slut who didn't even choose whom to sleep with and that actually served my purposes, crazy as it may sound. It was way easier to seduce men when they thought I was an easy going girl. And when I did – mmm, dinner, here I come!

I returned from my little dreamland when the blonde vampire woman asked me for my ID in a rather irritated voice. I guess this wasn't the first time she did it. Sometimes I do get carried away.

I smiled at her my charming and seductive smile, my voice with a slight tint of flirt, "Do I look like a teenager to you, Miss?"

She raised her brow and looked me up and down, a smirk creeping up her lips. "Mmm… you do smell deliciously, but… I still need to see your ID."

I smiled wider, giving my ID to her, "Sure thing, Miss."

She looked it over, her eyes scanning for my age, "Ah, 25, huh. How sweet it is."

"My lucky number," I winked at her playfully.

She smiled as she leaned over a tiny bit too close, giving me my ID back, "I never forget pretty faces and you're on my list already."

I took the ID and flashed a smile at her. "I shall consider that as an honor."

She chuckled and followed my retreating figure with her eyes that glistened with what I'd call slight interest. Well, looky here. I caught myself a vampire girl. Too bad she was rather old. I can't feed on old vampires. After all, how can I feed on someone's life force when they're already dead?

I entered the club and took in my new surroundings. Black and red. Whores here and there. Fangbangers. Pretty vampire dancers. And, something much more appealing, something that made me grin in content from ear to ear for I immediately felt the heavy seductive atmosphere come down on me. Ah, the lust, all the hidden desires, the passion, the craving… Everything I ever loved was here. Even more. I took a deep breath, my body tingling from all the life force that resided here. Sure, there were many vampires here, but I could sense even more humans. Ah, the cute little humans, how sweet their energy is. I licked my lips in anticipation. Perhaps, vampire clubs aren't that bad, after all. So many puny humans brimming with life, ready to offer themselves up on a golden plate. It's a pity there were so few straight men. Gays were out of league for me. Their life force weren't that tasty and their preferences kind of differed from mine. Other than them, there were lots of young Goth girls, acting all slutty and seductively. Ha. Pitiful creatures, which have no idea what real seduction is. I couldn't help keeping my grin on as I scanned the club for my so called friends.

I found them in the back corner table and as I did, I cursed in my mind. Having finally scanned the entire club for a potential evening meal, I realized there were but a few straight human men this time around. Most of males were vampires and I didn't like hooking up with vampires. They were dead. No life force whatsoever. Need I even say more?

And women… well, I wasn't that good with women. They were just so… complicated. I'll leave them to my brothers in nature incubi, which were real pros when it came down to women. For me, men were easier to deal with. You just come up to them, seduce them and suck them dry. Well, not dry, perhaps. In this time and age I had to be extra careful. Back in the middle ages it was all so easy. You suck some human dry and live happy and satiated for a month or two, while the silly policemen and doctors give in to the belief it was all a work of a demon. Not that they were wrong. But nowadays, humans are much more curious. They just have to find a scientific explanation. And now, when the vampires came out in the open, no one would ever leave such an interesting case alone. They would dig deeper and deeper until they came down to the truth. I didn't want that. No way in hell.

I'd better stay in the shadows, feeding off those petty humans, fulfilling their little sex fantasies. They get their deepest desires realized, I get my dinner, both sides leave happy and content. Where's the sin in that?

I walked across the club hall, feeling the intense stares that men gave me. Being a succubus is sure fun. Seducing men could never be easier than that. All I need is a little wink their way, and some of the weakest ones are ready to give up their lives for me. In my long and somewhat repetitive life I found real pleasure in seducing men. It was a game I played and I was damn good at it. Not all men were easy though. When I was young I made many mistakes and I learned from them. Now I could wrap any living man around my finger in a matter of minutes. The older I got, the more experienced I was and the stronger my charms became. There was no human that would reject me. Sooner or later, I'd get him. And this wasn't just a speculation, it was a fact.

As I smiled charmingly at some men glancing my way I continued on walking towards a table in the corner, where I noticed Sasha and Lara. They were both blondes, but a lighter color than mine, and they were wearing some really tight mini dresses with huge décolletages. Not very original. They looked like twins, if you ask me. Perhaps, they were. Who knows? I chuckled softly and waved my hand at them, purposefully turning towards the bar first. Let them fume.

I smiled at the dark haired barman, who was clearly a vampire, and ordered my favorite drink, "Lilian Forever, please."

The vampire cocked his brow and then grinned, showing his white fangs. "Sure thing, sugar."

I guess he was rather surprised as not many people drank this cocktail, but to me it was one of the best drinks. Not to mention the name. Lilian Forever, more commonly known as the White Lady. Nice. A perfect match to my own name too.

The barman returned to me in a few minutes with the drink, which was rather fast, but I figured the incredible vampire speed allowed him to be that quick. He gobbled me up and down with his black eyes and I smiled, thanking him. He was rather cute. For a vampire, that is.

I took my glass and made my way across the hall towards the sexy fake twins Sasha and Lara. Gee, even their names rhymed. On my way I noticed a man sitting in something that seemed much like a throne covered in fur. He was tall and muscular with long blonde hair. His eyes were directed towards some dancing girls, who clearly tried their best at their seduction techniques, yet, his stare was that of a complete and utter boredom. Sitting like that he seemed almost like a king watching over his territory. I quickly scanned his aura for any signs of life and cursed under my breath, realizing he was long dead. Pity. He looked hot in that unbuttoned black shirt and jeans, which failed to hide his… uh, merits.

I turned away having lost any interest in him and flashed a smile at my colleagues, "Hello there, pretty ladies. Having fun?"

They beamed some fake smiles at me and then each of them hugged me lightly.

"I'm so glad you could make it today," Lara said in her annoying pitchy voice.

"Oh, yes, the three of us are gonna rock this club, don't you think?" Sasha added in a pretended friendly tone. "Especially you, Lily, seeing as you're all ready for tonight." She eyed me up and down and I could feel her anger almost physically.

"I was born ready," I grinned at them as I wondered what the real reason for them inviting me here was. I knew very well they harbored no friendly feelings towards me.

On the other hand, who cares? I'll find out sooner or later. The two kept smiling and started chattering with me, so I kept up the dialogue. Oh, how I wish I could just suck them dry. Perhaps, I'll do it when I finally decide to leave the town. I can always dump their bodies somewhere the police will never find them. Or, perhaps, bury them deep in the forest? Yeah, that could work. I doubt any one would ever miss them.

Meanwhile, the two went on to the dance floor, showing off their so called sexy moves. I stayed by the table, sipping my drink. Let them enjoy the spotlight for now. Somehow, my mood suddenly went down and I quietly scanned the area for someone worthy of my attention. I felt kind of hungry, if you know what I mean. The scent of the fresh life force had this kind of an effect on me. As a succubus, I had to constantly feed on life force or any life energy I could find.

Personally, I found the Fae kind to be the most delicious, but a few centuries ago they went into hiding and have yet to be back. Also, their knowledge about sex was rather limited. Now, take humans, for example. Their fantasies about sex were beyond anything a fairy could ever imagine. It was incredibly fun playing with them in their dreams, granting their deepest desires. The happier the human was, the more life I could suck out of him. I never sucked humans dry though. If I did, they'd die. That was far too much of a hassle in these modern times we were living in. However, for this very reason, I had to feed more often. A succubus received the biggest amount of life the moment a person died and could go on living for about a month with no need to feed. Yet, as I made my shift with about half of the energy my preys had, I needed to feed at least once a week. Well, usually I fed twice or thrice a week, purely because I could allow it for myself. And, it was fun.

I admit I found pleasure in granting these wild dreams of humans. Each of them was different; each of them with their own needs and wishes. I got used to this kind of lifestyle and I never even imagined things could be different. And how could they be different?

"You, my dear, are the most beautiful little creature I've ever met in my long lasting life," I then heard a deep male voice behind me and turned around to face a rather young looking man.

Though I doubted he was actually young. He must be dead for at least fifty or so years for I could feel only droplets of life force simmering inside him. That's one more thing I truly hated about vampires – I could never see them coming. I could feel any living human coming closer to me, but I felt nothing when a vampire was nearby and that was scary in its own way. Not all vampires could be affected by my charms and if a vampire was old enough I would lose to him strength and speed vise as well.

Meanwhile, I flashed a thousand dollar smile at my new suitor and cocked my head to one side, "You think?"

The man was rather tall with dark black hair and green eyes.

"Oh, I know," he whispered in a voice he must have considered seductive. Is he trying to glamour me? Or whatever it's called in the vampire world.

I smiled even wider as I took a few steps closer to him, bending my head so that he could clearly see my neckline, "Then, I shall trust in your judgment, kind sir."

The man grinned as his hand reached out towards my neck, his fingers running along it, his voice now husky, "Shall we find a more private place, babe?"

I chuckled mentally as I could bet he thought he was the one doing the seduction. For a vampire he seemed to be real easy to manipulate. Well, for starters, he'll be good enough. Vampires did have their own advantages too. I could suck their remaining life force till there was nothing left and the next minute they'd just walk away as if nothing was wrong. After all, they had no need for the life energy that still lingered in their bodies, so they felt no difference.

Yet, just as I was about to answer him, one more vampire male appeared by my side, eyeing me hungrily.

"I see you've caught yourself quite an eye candy, Steve?"

Steve glared at him angrily, his lips parting slightly to show his fangs. I felt up the new vampire and realized he was even younger than the first, meaning he had much more life force too. Well, well, well… Aren't this my lucky day?

As the vampires glared at each other, trying to figure out the situation between them silently, I put my glass down on the table and intervened, smiling seductively, "I didn't know tonight's entertainment came in doubles…"

The two turned to me somewhat surprised and I took the opportunity, wrapping my arms around their waists.

"Now, now. Please, don't fight, kind gentlemen. I'm sure there are ways we can ALL have fun together," I smirked at them playfully and noticed how they both grinned.

Gee, young vampires these days. All it takes is a little nudge. Yet, it was not meant to come true as my two lovely "friends" interrupted our sweet moment together.

"Oh, my, Lily," Lara eyed the vampires almost enviously. "You sure don't waste your time."

I turned to her, feeling the two vampires tense in slight irritation. "Why waste time when the night is so short?"

"Oh," Sasha let out a short fake chuckle. "How true, Lily."

The vampire I came to know as Steve wrapped his arm around my waist almost as if I already belonged to him and whispered into my ear, "Say your goodbyes to these ladies, babe."

I frowned. I hated it when men ordered me around.

"Sure," I answered smiling and looked up straight into his green eyes, whispering only for him to hear, "wait for me quietly till I myself call for you."

Then, I turned to the other vampire, staring at his eyes as well, "You too, sugar, wait for me with Steve over there."

The vampires nodded, my words ringing in their heads as absolute orders and turned around, leaving me with my friends. Really, so easy to manipulate. I felt glad my succubus charm was strong enough to affect such young vampires as these two. This time, too, it did not fail me and worked on them perfectly. All I needed was to look in their eyes, use my special tone on them and they would listen to any command I gave them. I loved using this power of mine on vampires. It was so fun to see those arrogant creatures listening to every single word I said. And they were so proud of being the higher race. Ha. Men.

Well, coming back to now and here, after the vampires turned away, I turned to Sasha and Lara only to find them gaping at the two leaving vampires. They regained their composure rather quick though and their eyes pierced me like darts.

"I see you're not holding back, huh," Sasha hissed.

I merely shrugged as I took my glass and sipped my favorite Lilian Forever, "Should I?"

Lara grinned suddenly and sat down on the chair by the table. "Well, why don't we play a little game, then?"

"A game?" I echoed, smirking. Finally, we're getting to the point.

"Yes, a game," Sasha grinned.

"Details?" I asked, still keeping my smile on. One thing I learned – always smile.

"A game of seduction," Lara smirked at me.

"Ohhh, I love those!" I exclaimed and grinned contently.

Are those two out of their minds? They want to play a seduction game with me? ME?

"The rules are simple," Sasha continued. "Each of us has 10 minutes to seduce someone from this hall. You choose for us and we choose one for you."

I smiled widely, showing my perfect white teeth, "I like the sound of that, so far."

"Great," Lara nodded. "Who goes first, then?"

I smirked as an idea popped into my head. "What do you say if we spice things up a bit?"

"Spice up?" Sasha looked at me, starting to get nervous.

I smiled innocently as I continued. "Let's make this into a bet."

"A bet?" Lara furrowed her brows in confusion. "What are we betting on?"

"Well," I licked my lips, eyeing them mockingly. "What about our lives?"

The girls gulped, staring at me baffled. I chuckled, "Just kidding, sillies. I was thinking about, perhaps, our jobs?"

"Jobs?" Sasha repeated quietly, her eyes widening.

"We all know "Passion" has one too many dancers. Someone will have to go sooner or later," I noted nonchalantly. "Why don't we decide it this way? Whoever loses, quits her job. So to say, the winner takes it all."

"But… it is impossible to get another dancer job at this time of the year. All the clubs are full on staff," Sasha shook her head.

"That's the whole point, silly," I noted, taking a sip from my glass.

As I stood with my back to the hall, I didn't notice a pair of grayish eyes watch our trio intently. I had no idea the blonde king I was eyeing just moments ago was now listening in to our conversation with peaked interest. I, however, was rather ignorant of the attention he was giving to our corner.

"Why don't I even make it easier for you?" I asked smirking. "You two can team up against me, if you wish. Surely you two can get one guy head over heels for you, right?"

"You can't take it back. We're on," Lara suddenly said.

"What?! Are you nuts?" Sasha screamed at her in panic.

"There's no way us both will lose to her!" Lara hissed at Sasha and I grinned. Perfect. I'll get rid of them both in one shot. And no killing involved. Clean and easy.

"But if we team up, doesn't it mean we both lose our jobs if we lose the game?" Sasha gripped Lara's hand pleadingly.

"Oh, don't be such a sissy!" Lara hissed at her again. "We are the best dancers in "Passion"! How can we lose?"

"Uh-uh-uh!" I hummed. "Not the best dancers, not any more."

I grinned, igniting them even more and soon enough Sasha flared up, "We're on, you bitch!"

"Great, though I wonder about the bitch part," I said in a rather carefree manner as I emptied my glass. "I'll go for a refill and find someone for you two to seduce."

They both nodded, eyeing me angrily and I smiled, having almost forgotten to ask the most important question, "By the way, how far do we have to go in those 10 minutes?"

The two stared at me baffled for a moment.

"How… far?" Sasha echoed confused.

"Well, yes," I replied nonchalantly, "like hugging, kissing… fucking?"

"I-I thought it was merely getting a date!" Sasha exclaimed, gripping Lara's arm once again.

Tch, amateurs. How did they even survive in that club?

"Kissing," Lara answered firmly, looking back at my eyes. Ohh. So determined. I like that.

"A deep kiss to the lips," she added. "Mouth to mouth, French or whatever."

"Lara?!" Sasha nudged her. "Are you crazy?!"

"Shut up, we can do it," Lara grumbled and I turned around, smiling to myself.

This just can't get any better. As I made my way towards the bar, I cast my glance all over the hall, trying to find someone suitable for the task. I needed a man that could withstand Lara's and Sasha's advances. Of course, I could send them to one of the boys I caught earlier. I was sure those two vampires wouldn't cast even a second glance at them. Having remembered my two playboys I glanced at their corner and smiled contently as I saw them sit quietly, completely ignorant to some tourist gay boys, who desperately tried to get their attention. Good. I guess my charms worked even better than I expected. Truthfully, it's been some time since my last run-in with vampires. Actually, I didn't know that much about them. Just the main things everybody else knew. Vampires never were the center of my attention as they were utterly useless to me. Even an old human male was a much more delicious meal than a young vampire one.

As I looked around the room, my eyes came across the blonde man in the throne once again. He was staring at me, his eyes following my movements. I smiled and winked playfully at him before turning away and halting by the bar. Hmmm. The king of the club, huh. Old, yet hot. Arrogant, no doubt. Bored. Intelligent and smart. Yet again, bored. Seen everything already, most probably. Bored. And… sick of the slutty girls coming to his club. Perfect.

Meanwhile, the barman came to me and flashed almost a friendly smile at me. Gee, some men were just attracted to me even without any charms. I smiled back and winked at him.

"Fill me up?" I asked and then made an "o" with my lips as if suddenly having realized my mistake. "Oops, I meant the glass, of course."

The barman chuckled, his fangs showing through his parted lips, as he went away and came back with my lovely drink in a short moment. Wow, vampires sure are fast when they want it.

"I can fill you up any time, babe," he said, giving the glass to me, touching my fingers feather lightly. "Just come round the bar right before the closing hours."

I flashed my perfect smile at him as I replied playfully in exact same words he said to me the last time, "Sure thing, sugar."

I heard the barman laugh as I turned around and walked away towards my two colleagues, having already chosen the perfect man for them. Truly, tonight was my night.

"What are you smirking about this time?" Pam asked her partner slightly intrigued as she halted beside him.

"Don't you think tonight is going to be rather amusing?" He asked in his deep voice, his eyes trailing away.

She followed his stare and cocked her eyebrow clearly recognizing one of the three girls by the far corner table.

"Lily White,' she quoted from her memory. "25 years old, not a virgin, but still a curious one."

"Oh yes," Eric noted. "Most curious."