Since we were doing all the things the paparazzi caught him doing we went on a trek to his gym. I asked Tara since I knew she would know and she sent me the name and address of his gym in less than a minute.

S: Do you know what gym he goes to?

T: Equinox. 8590 Sunset Boulevard. :)

S: Thanks! You're perfect!

T: Make sure to tell him that if you run into him!

We punched it into the GPS or as Amelia said, the Garmin even though it was Google maps on my phone. She was so stinking cute.

On the way to the gym we passed this hotel, club place that he's always spotted at, but we were already on the gym mission. In getting there we had to drive down this little hill to park. Well when walking back up it the "little hill" was suddenly a ninety-degree straight up mile - or so it seemed. Of course we did the typical tourist thing and took pictures of The Sunset strip. Once we got to the gym entrance everything seemed so surreal. I'd seen hundreds of pictures of Eric Northman walking past the long fountain I was staring at, and while Amelia snapped her own pictures of everything in sight I took one of the fountains with the elevator at the end and sent it to Tara. I hated that she couldn't be with us, but she would most definitely be included in our next mission.

T: Ooohh...by the elevator there is where he was scratching his NorthBalls! #HollywoodBallTours

S: I just love you!

T: Damn that was a lot of pics to scroll through but here's the balls you should be touring, lol.

As Tara's picture text came thru I laughed outloud. It really was the paparazzi shot of Eric scratching his balls...and right next to the elevator I had just photographed!

We went on back and forth for a bit while Ames looked around. I think she freaked out the guy with giant arms while she was trying to get the perfect angle of the gym name in etched glass. Oh well. Unfortunately it started raining so we took off again.

We drove around the bar and snapped pictures of the sign and then on our way back to the freeway I saw his old grocery store and got a picture of that too.

"We need Starbucks," I told Amelia. I was still hungover from the night before and I couldn't believe I'd done as much as I did without seventy-five cups of coffee.

We were turning into a Coffee Bean when Amelia gasped. I looked over at her and her hand was around her neck. "My necklace is missing."

"What? Did you put it on today?" I asked, we'd been to a hundred places that day and retracing our steps would be horrible.

"I did, I remember playing with it as I was driving up Eric's street. You know when the Bentley was following us." Something I didn't mention before. When we were in NorthHood there was a big black Bentley that was behind us or in front of us at every turn. It was creepy.

"What about after that?" I questioned. We could notgo back to his house. What if he was home? How would we explain that?"

"I heard something when I was in his backyard. There were a bunch of rocks; I think it fell off when I was leaning over trying to get a better look."

"You're lying," I groaned. She shook her head no and I knew what was about to happen.

We were going back to Eric Northman's house.

It was growing dark and with traffic it would be full dark before we got back there. The odds of him being at home were very, very high.

I hated that I didn't even have to punch the address back into my GPS. I was able to guide her to his house by memory. His front door is tucked away so we weren't able to see if any lights were on. Amelia managed to talk meinto going into his backyard to search for her necklace. I had a flashlight on my phone and according to her she would watch for people and lie better than I would if someone did approach. When I walked past his front door I was unable to see any lights through the windows and that was a good sign, but still… Ugh.

So I found myself on my hands and knees with my phone in hand, searching for a gold chain with an Amelia charm on it. Super tiny and it was super dark. Two things that didn't mix. Just as I was getting ready to give up I heard a noise, a crunch really, and I froze. Someone was in the backyard with me, someone entirely too quiet to be Amelia.

EPOV

I was about to pull up to my house when I saw a strange car parked in my driveway. I'd just moved into the house and I knew not many of my friends knew where I lived. The mid-sized SUV looked completely unfamiliar so I drove past to the house next door. It was empty and had a secluded driveway I was able to park in to avoid detection.

I got out and snuck up to the back of my house just as a small dark haired girl was walking out of my back gate. That was trespassing, I felt so violated, but I had to know who the girl was and what she wanted in my backyard. I was about to walk into the front to confront her when I noticed another girl in the car. A pretty little blonde that looked so scared and nervous as she feverishly played with her phone. She looked like she was going through every emotion imaginable and when she laughed I was transfixed. She had a beautiful smile, and although I couldn't hear her, I bet the sound was angelic.

I quickly jumped out of sight again and watched through the brush as the brunette got into the car again. I raced down to my own car and jumped in to follow. I was intrigued as all hell by these two. Anyone that would trespass like that had to be interesting if nothing else.

So I followed.

I didn't know what to think as they drove from place to place. About the time they started taking pictures at my gym I realized they were going to all the places I'd been photographed.

Stalker much?

Oh well, I could've had worse looking stalkers and truth be told, considering the amount of times I'd actually had fans...male and female, asking me to bite them, there was very little that could faze me. From what I witnessed they seemed to laugh a lot and they didn't seem that crazy. When the rain started coming down I decided it was time to go home. I needed a shower and I had to make sure my house wasn't compromised and scanned the perimeter.

I was in the backyard and the sun was just going down when something caught my eye. I bent over and found a thin gold chain with a pendant that said "Amelia". That must've been the brunette since she was the one in the back. I felt bad she lost it even though she lost it while engaging in criminal activity.

About an hour later I was standing in my kitchen getting a beer when I heard a car in my driveway. I immediately turned all the lights off just in case the girls were back. They were cute, but scary.

I stood back a little and watched from the dark as the blonde one scurried from the car in my driveway to my backyard. She was going to look for the necklace, no doubt. I gave it a few minutes before I went out through the sliding door in my room the led to the back of the house. She was on her hands and knees, so engrossed looking for the jewelry that she didn't hear me approach. I was able to watch her with the little flashlight on her phone for about two minutes. As I watched I was able to enjoy the little curses coming from her mouth. She was pissed at Amelia for making her do something so crazy. At least I knew she wasn't the mastermind. I was right too, her voice was angelic. Her scent hit me, urging me to get closer. I wanted to smell her, touch her, and rub myself all over her. Wow, the semi-crazy little stalker chick took me by complete surprise. I couldn't stop myself from taking another step forward and my foot landed on a twig which made it snap and the blonde freeze.

She slowly started to look in the direction of the noise; the flashlight on her cellphone started at my feet and I watched as it slowly moved up my body, ending at my face. I followed her gaze the entire time and from what I could see behind the glow she looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

I held up the gold necklace that I put in my pocket when I found it and smirked before asking, "Looking for this?" Her full pink lips started opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"I'm so sorry," she finally spoke. Her voice was soft and she looked truly terrified. I could've fucked with her and made her think I was going to call the cops on her, but like I'd mentioned previously, I was intrigued and in my mind there was nothing worse than dealing with a crying woman.

"Care to explain?" I cocked an eyebrow and she slowly shook her head no as she tried to stutter another apology. "Come on," I reached my hand out to help her up. She took it and the poor girl was so shaky I again found myself feeling bad for my little trespasser.

"Amelia," she breathed out heavily when she was finally standing. Her eyes darted to the gate, then back to me and while attempting to point toward what I assumed was stalker number two, she started to lose her balance. I reached out with my other hand to steady her and when she felt my hand on her tiny waist a gasp came out of her mouth. She was transfixed on my lips and even though it was cute and creepy at the same time, I couldn't deny wondering if she tasted as good as she looked.

"We can go get her if you like," I offered and led her to the slider I came out of. I hadn't let go of her hand and she was still shaking like a leaf. It was cute. She was cute, a lot cuter close up than I expected and I really wasn't sure how I felt being attracted to my little stalker girl. I tried to take her to the kitchen, but she froze in my bedroom. That had to be insane for her and more than anything in that moment I wished I could read her mind.

I let go of her hand and watched as she looked around in awe, taking everything in as though she was trying to memorize my room's contents. It couldn't have been more than five minutes before I heard footsteps outside.

SPOV

I was in his room, staring at his bed...Eric Northman's bed...SQUEE!...unable to focus because of his proximity, and quite possibly his cologne.

He smelled amazing and it was starting to go to my head.

I was high on Eric Northman. There are worse drugs I guess.

My brain must have short circuited because one second I was staring at the giant bed that held the giant, beautiful man to my right and the next second, said giant man was standing behind me, pressed close enough that I could feel every muscle in his hard stomach against my back. I guess all those hours at the gym were paying off and I was about to see firsthand what every woman in the world had spent countless hours imagining. At least I hoped, and from the way his hands rested on my hips I had a feeling the hoping was paying off.

His hands...

His large, sexy, strong hands were starting to travel up and down my sides. My eyes were still glued to the bed, willing him to push me down onto it and ravage me like an animal. He didn't do what I wanted; instead he reached up and pushed my hair aside so he could run the tip of his nose up the back of my neck to my ear.

"You smell so good," he whispered.

"Y… you aren't mad," I paused to gulp, "that I was tres… trespassing?"

"Mmm, you're the sweetest little, stalker surprise I've ever had," he kissed my neck and I felt it from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair. "The moment I saw you I knew I had to have you."

"But… um… Amelia," I was so nervous I didn't know what to do or say to him.

"She can wait, this is about us, little one," he kissed my neck again before he turned me around to face him. "Kiss me."

How could I deny the object of my affection? I slowly leaned in and pressed my full, pink lips to his thinner, surprisingly soft lips. He gave me a moment to processes before he lined the seam of my lips with the tip of his wet tongue, coaxing me to open for him. I did, the second our mouths fused I forgot all about my friend sitting in her car waiting on me to retrieve her necklace.

I let myself go and melted into his embrace as he wove his fingers through my hair, filling it with tangles no doubt, but ask me if I cared. Not one bit, I had Eric Northman's mouth on mine. I could've died in that exact moment and I would've felt my life was fulfilled.

How was I going to explain to Amelia what tool me so long when I returned to her?

Oh, I know. I WAS BUSY FUCKING ERIC NORTHMAN! That's how.

I don't know how long we kissed, but one second we were standing and the next he was laying on top of me, trying to rip my flowy shirt off. My hands were everywhere, and let me tell you ladies, his ass was everything we all imagined it would be. So firm, just like the rest of him. His hands were working on my jeans and I somehow lost my shoes between standing at the foot of the bed and my new prone position.

"I need these off," he said as he tugged at my belt loops.

"Yes, sheriff," I moaned.

Eric pulled back a little so he could look down into my eyes. "Did you just call me sheriff?" I nodded, "God, you're adorable," he growled and crushed his lips to mine again.

His hands were back in my hair and he was pulling my head back so he could kiss my neck when we were stopped by a knock on the open sliding glass door.

I looked over and in the moment I realized I was not making out with Eric Northman. In fact Eric Northman and I were still fully clothed standing at the foot of his bed. He was looking at me with a hint of concern and Amelia's head was poking through the slider.

"Is everything okay in here?" she asked and I blinked a few times before nodding. At least I think I was nodding.

This is turning into a 3 shot… We are getting carried away!

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