Eric couldn't help it, an amused smile crept over his face. She was here looking for the blood of vampires for the prison hospital? And here she was, just freely giving this information out. She was lucky that Eric had spotted her. If he hadn't been in the bar that evening, things could have gone very badly for this woman.
"You might want to keep that information to yourself in a place like this," Eric said, finally deadly serious as he stared a hard line into her. "Not everyone takes kindly to the prison. Many people here don't believe in the prison, even hate them. They might hurt you just because they can, because you're lovely or because you're from the prison. You pick really."
When she looked up at him he gave her an eerie smile. "Don't worry, I have more self control than most of these fledglings. I'm no friend of the prison but I have friends in the prison. My name is Eric Northman. What is yours? And if your business is in vampire blood for the hospital does that make you a doctor?"
Eric had little patience for those were addicted to V. V addicts were pathetic mongrels desperate for another hit, no better than common drug addicts. Eric's blood was a gift, it could heal but it could also do many other things. Anyone who took a good deal of Eric's blood would be linked with him and his blood acted as an aphrodisiac, better than anything Cialis could have ever dreamed up.