Colette hadn't known what to expect when meeting Jessica, but she certainly did not think that Bill Compton's progeny would be dressed in a very, very naughty school girl outfit. The tall red headed girl, seemed to be leering at her, the girl shifted her gaze from her eyes to her neck every few seconds, succeeding in making the smaller brunette shift uncomfortably.

Moving her eyes from the baby vampire's clothes toward the tall Viking that stood behind the girl, Colette took a sip of her beer, which now she was extremely happy she bought while she waited. "There is no way Bill will like her wearing that." She told him, fighting the urge to yell at Jessica when she hissed at her.

"I don't give a fuck what Bill would like." Jessica snarled at her.

After giving the vampire an eye roll, Colette leaned forward. "I'll rephrase that then; you're not getting in my car dressed like a slut." Her politeness forgotten, her emotions all over the place and she unintentionally tried to take it out on Jessica.

The young vampire's fangs unsheathed, the sudden wave of anger and annoyance she felt making her see red. Jessica had always prided herself to be a level headed girl, it seemed that weren't the case in her state of unlife. Wanting to stop but not being able to, she used her vampire speed and strength to grab Colette by the neck and throw her against the bar table.

Glasses and beer bottles went flying around; Colette grunted and hissed feeling a sharp pain in her hand, but immediately forgetting it when she looked up. Colette's eyes were wide in surprise and fear, when she found herself pinned underneath the angry vampire.

Jessica had just meant to scare the human, when she leaned down to give her a better view of her fangs; but a sudden smell reached her nose and her mouth started to water. "What is that smell?" She asked herself, leaning her head back to look down at Colette's face, before moving back down closer to her neck. "It's you!" She moaned, her eyes rolling back and her fangs feeling sharper.

When Jessica went to bite her, Colette's body stiffened, her eyes closed and she reached up to push the girl off her instinctively. Her fingertips were tingling, like that night outside of Merlotte's, but before she could try and push Jessica, the vampire was flung off her in a flash.

Jessica found herself pinned against one of Fangtasia's velvet walls, with a very angry Eric Northman growling at her deeply. She whimpered in a sign of submission when his hand shot up to grip her throat. "What did I say?" He asked, his voice coming out more like a feral growl. "As the Sherriff of your area, What. Did. I. Command?" Eric asked her, his hand gripping her throat tighter, with each pause he took.

She tried to answer, only for her words to sputter together, the pressure on her throat being too much. "I'll remind you." He snarled, leaning in close to her ear. "The human, Colette Monet, is under no circumstances, no circumstances.." He enunciated, lifting his other hand to her hair to yank it back and make her meet his eyes. "To be touched. That, Miss Hamby, also includes taking her blood. Her blood is mine."

Jessica's eyes widened at his statement, before she managed a small nod and found herself crumpling to the floor. Eric straightened the leather jacket he was wearing, and turned slowly to face the bar where Colette had been left.

She was already sitting up, her body shaking and her eyes wide, looking up at him. "Get your things, change your clothes and be ready to go to your maker." He spoke, directing his words to the baby vampire at his feet, which too scared to talk back; nodded and sped off.

When his rage died down, he smelled it, smelled her. His eyes ran over her, up and down her body, when he saw it. She was gripping one of her hands against her shirt, red starting to stain it. She'd cut herself. Eric glanced around, walking at a human pace toward her; he saw his vampire patrons slowly turn to her, their fangs clicking out by impulse. "Skit." *Shit*He almost groaned, before speeding his way over to her.

Colette did not notice the looks she was being given, too busy trying to get down from the bar without using her right hand. When her feet hit the ground and she straightened herself and looked forward, she yelped, finding Eric standing in front of her; He was facing her, his fangs were out and he was snarling in some language she didn't understand. His eyes found hers and his jaw clicked in annoyance. "You're bleeding."

"I know." She answered, looking down at her hidden palm and going to move it from underneath her shirt. Colette gasped when a cold hand clamped around her elbow, stopping her movements.

"Don't." Was all he said, before hauling her up in his arms and speeding away toward his office.

They reached it in record time, Colette having squirmed and pushed against him the entire ten seconds it had taken. "Put me down!" She demanded, her left hand shoving against his shoulder and her feet kicking mindlessly about.

"Why don't you make me?" He asked, smirking down at her when her eyes widened and her kicking legs froze at the double meaning in his words. "Go on…move me." Eric told her, his tone challenging, wanting to see if she could do what she'd down two weeks ago at Merlotte's.

"I, I couldn't if I wanted to." Colette stuttered, her eyes finding something in his shirt that was more interesting than his face.

Eric clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in mock annoyance, before slowly walking over to the black leather couch that sat in the room and throwing her on it none too gently.

They both groaned simultaneously when she hit the couch, for very different reasons.

When Colette found herself being thrown, her hands instantly splayed opened to withstand any form of impact, causing her bleeding right hand to hit the couch and throb in pain. Eric's groan was followed by the none too subtle click of his fangs descending, having the scent of her sweet smelling blood surround him in such a small space. He turned around before she could see the way her blood had affected him, closing his eyes and willing some control to come back to his body and sighed when he was able to retract his fangs. Turning back around to face her, he reached into his pocket and grabbed his cellphone, before tossing it to her.

Colette jumped when she felt something hit her lap, her hand momentarily forgotten and a questioning look crossing her features at finding a very expensive phone in her lap.

"Call Bill and tell him to come pick up his progeny himself. It is not safe for you to take her and I will not have the news covering a human death caused by a vampire attack in my area. It would be very bad for business."

She glared up at him, but called Bill nonetheless, following the tall blonde's movements around the small office. The moment she hung up, Eric pulled up a chair next to her on the couch and gripped her hand, lifting it closer to his face, examining it. "You won't need stitches." He told her, his eyes not moving from her harmed hand.

Colette's hand was still bleeding a little, his eyes followed the drop that formed and slithered down her hand to her wrist. Eric's thumb stopped the small drop's travel and whipped it off of her, before lifting his finger closer to his face, seemingly mesmerized by it. She was surprised when he simply whipped his finger against his shirt, having been so sure that he was going to stick his thumb in his mouth.

Seeing her surprised look, he smirked and leaned closer to her. "When I taste your blood, söt en, you will be begging for it." *Sweet one*

Colette blushed, but laughed sarcastically. "I guess you call throwing me up against walls and threating me for it, is me, 'begging for it'." She sneered, making him laugh, a hearty laugh that caught her off guard.

"I would apologize, but I am afraid your blood is to blame. Your scent made me lose my composure." Eric said, his tone somewhat sarcastic, his smirk deepening when she scoffed in disbelieve.

"And now? My bloody palm has no effect?" She asked sarcastically, hoping to catch him off guard.

Eric didn't answer immediately; instead he leaned down to the already opened first aid kit and grabbed some wipes before straightening up again. He seemed so engrossed in cleaning her palm that she was unprepared for his answering. "I assure you, it is taking all of my self-control not to lick your palm clean." He said, his tone serious and his face expressionless. She gulped, her face flushing a delicious shade of red, before she cleared her throat. She kept quiet after what he said, wincing every few seconds as he patched up her hand.

Once Eric finished wrapping her hand, tightly, he didn't let go of it. When her questioning gaze met his own, he pulled on it, purposely digging his thumb into her cut. At her hiss, he leaned towards her and looked deeply into her eyes. "You would be wise not to offend Jessica again. Snapping at a new born vampire can prove to be very, very lethal."

She wrenched her hand from his grasp, instantly cradling her hurt hand with the other. "I can take care of myself." Colette assured him, her determined look making Eric chuckle.

"Of course." Was the last thing to be spoken by a smug Eric, before the door to his office slammed opened.

Finally back! Thank you for your comments and alerts, much appreciated!

Colette and Jessica have finally met, things might be a bit rocky for them for a bit, but not forever!

Bit of Eric and my OC in this chapter, hope you all like it, he seems to have lain claim of her... so we'll see where his comment to Jess will lead to.

Anyway! I already have the next few chaps written, please R&R. More excitement to come soon!