Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, True Blood or the Southern Vampire Mysteries, nor am I making any profit off of this story. Trust me, you'd know if I was. hahahahaha. They are owned by their respective owners.

Prologue

He stood on the roof of the building, silently watching the young girl fight with a vampire in the street alley below.

She was very skillful with the way she fought.

He watched carefully as she leapt up, grabbed onto a fire escape ladder, swung herself around and kicked the vampire in the back, knocking him down. All with a few witty comments added in.

She was definitely creative.

More so than any other Slayer he had ever seen, not that he'd seen many. Maybe five or ten, total. It didn't really say much about him considering he was over a thousand years old. But then again, most vampires…well, most smart vampires that is…didn't go seeking out the Slayer.

Eric Northman was no exception.

Except for in this instance.

The Slayer was in his territory. Shreveport, Louisiana, where he was Sheriff of Area number Five.

His Queen, Sophie-Anne, had informed him of her arrival and ordered him to do everything in his power to stop her from doing whatever it was that she was planning and to bring her to her at once.

Eric by far wasn't an idiot. He knew how to schmooze up his Queen and promise the world to her. He also knew that there was a pretty high chance that Sophie-Anne was completely full of it.

Still, he was interested by her sudden appearance in his city and his Queen's sudden interest in her. There was no Hell-mouth here and as far as he knew the one in Sunnydale was still open. So why was the Slayer here and not protecting her Hell-mouth?

Eric had no idea but he did indeed plan on finding out.