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...Not like you'll ever get the chance, so really don't look at me that way. It takes away points on your unlife meter.

[A laugh] I've killed Turok-Han. I even bested Dracula. After those? Nothing surprises me anymore.

And yes, Dracula exists.

Dracula hardly counts as a vampire at all. Turok-Han? Not familar with the name so likely of even less importance.

[Folding his fingers together, a thoughtful look on his face...and yes he's still oogling her neck]

I am not stupid enough to tell you my age, but I am likely far older then most vampires you're encoutered.

It's actually of a big importance, but I'll spare you the details on the account that I really don't care what you think.

[He can stop that at anytime, thanks. No incisors larger than 1/4 inch need apply.]

Riiight. Age honestly doesn't have anything to do with it. You all turn to dust eventually. The only thing it usually effects is if I actually get a work out from it or not.

I could give you quite the work out, slayer.

[Because that's not dirty at all]

Please tell me you mean the kind where you end up a pile of dust afterward.

Do you really want to know?

[Yes Buffy, this is what Sookie goes through everytime he's in the same room as her. He's persistent when he sees something he likes]

No, no I really don't. I was hoping that I'd actually have a rhetorical question for once. I honestly should just stop with the optimism.

[She feels for whoever this Sookie is. She's supremely annoyed, by the way.]

So, going to stake me?

[So casual, not in the least afraid or intimidated]

Small talk is so overrated, anyway. It gets annoying when said vampire starts dipping his toes in sexual innuendos.

[She's waiting, bub.]

You'd be surprised at how willing most women are.

[Nope. Just standing around, calmly waiting for her to make a move as well]

I'm a big bad vampire. Grrr....

[Ok, now he's just poking fun]

Well it's a treat that I'm not most women. Far from it.

[Eyebrow quirk] Did you really just say grr? [That's a stifle of a snort.]

....You're boring me.

On the contrary. I think I'm amusing you, slayer.

[Well if sexual charisma won't work....]

I really only wanted to see if any slayers would come running, but if you want to fight I'm all for it.

No. This is my unamused face. [He might be a little bit. Not with the sexual crap, but he redeemed himself with 'grr' speech.]

Well, success. You got my attention. [She rolls her eyes.] Like I'm actually planning on watching you stroll away? When you call for a slayer you call for a death wish.

[Hey, the sexual crap is part of this whole sexy man vamp package, girl]

It would be such a shame to rip out your throat...

[Grinning devilishly. One moment he's there, infront of her, and the next he's behind her, moving too fast for most humans to detect. His large hand is around her throat a split second later, unless ofcourse she can stop him]

But I suppose I'll get over it.

[She fell for that twice already. It's a loss on her. She starts to have a witty retort, but his hands are around her throat. Her defense is automatic, and relying on pure instinct, as that was too fast for anything else. She barrels her elbow to his chest with enough force to easily cave in a human's chest.

Well, Crap.]

[Jamming her elbow into his chest has the same effect as punching a brick wall, more pain for her then him. Infact, he seemed to be laughing at her. Oh, she's strong. No doubt about it. It's just he's stronger, bigger, and badder]

Now, now. You're the one who asked for this.

[Grinning, revealing a sharp set of fangs. The hand around her throat disappears as he seeks to disarm her by gripping both of her wrists and slams her ruthlessly against a wall. She's pinned between a wall and an unyielding viking]

[Pshhhh. Don't expect her to ever admit that elbowing him might actually create a bruise in the morning. She can be surprisingly stoic when it comes to having injuries when she wants to. All that comes out of her mouth is practically a growl when he talks to her. She's freaking pissed. The wind is temporarily knocked out of her when she's against the wall, but she recovers. It's going to hurt her, but it's all she has as far as defense. She can't break free, so instead slams her head into his so she can at least get a hand free.]

[He's not prepared for the head slam, not many manly enemies use it. He would have been ready anything else though, but the human skull is very thick and strong. He curses and releases a wrist to strike out at her with his fist, but because the blow knocks his head back, his fist ends up embedded in the wall mere centimeters from her head]

Wasn't expecting that.

[He said truthfully before aiming to slam his other fist into her gut. This is going to hurt like so much paaaaain unless she can find a way to block it]

[She sees stars for a few seconds, and there's no doubt that the way she cracked her head against his that she's going to have a massive headache, not to mention the fact that she might actually be bleeding from that experience. She hates headbutting. If she was pissed off before? She's definitely seeing red now. If not literally.]

Yeah, well that's what you get for assaulting me with a wall.

[Okay, so her wit is a little down. Give her a break. Goddammit her head hurt, but she forces herself to be as coherent as possible. She sees the attack coming, and tries to dodge it by turning around, but gets slammed anyway. She makes a huge grunt, but as she's going down, yanks at her wrist with all she has to either get him down enough to deliver a knee to the nose or so she can at least get her other hand free so she can get her stance back. She's in so much paiiiin. Bastard.]

[Know the best part about being a vampire? They heal pretty damn quick and while her head is still reeling from the pain, Eric his clear minded and able to release her wrist in time to prevent himself from getting a knee to the nose. He doesn't give her time to recover, not even a second later he's on her, gripping her throat and smacking her head back against the wall hard enough to stun her, but not hard enough to do any permanent damage]

Just a little taste.

[He jerks his head back, his fangs revealed in triumphant glory before his head snaps down and his incisors sink into her neck for a good long gulp of slayer blood and damn is it gooooood ]

[When his fangs sink in to her, she lets out a small cry, unable to move from the wall hitting her head. It was in the same tender spot a few seconds ago, and she felt the heat, then the trickle of a chill from it actually bleeding.]

No,

[She says as her hands lunge for his throat in an open palm fashion. Vampires don't breathe, but everything has a weak neck.]

[It doesn't phase him very much, infact it only makes him lock his arms tight as steel around her waist, holding her in place as he steadily sucked and drank away her life's blood. Ofcourse, he had no intentions of killing her, though he was sorely tempted to make a gift out of her for his maker, her blood taste so very good. Not quite fairy blood, but close. it was intoxicating, the way she squirmed and struggled to get free. How long had it been since e'd had an unwilling victim? Since before vampires came out of the coffin. This brought back so many memories. With a low growl, he pulls his mouth from her throat, licking the wound clean just once. He had taken enough of her blood to weaken and disorient her further, but she would be just fine]

My name is Eric Northman and I am sheriff of area five. If you're ever in the area, do look me up. I wouldn't mind another bite.

[Have an arrogant viking and watch that sexy ass walk away, brushing the corner of his mouth clean of blood and licking his fingertips. Waste not, want not]