Title: Tasty.
Chapter 1: Interview
Sookie is a writer for Tasty magazine, Eric is a big time super model that eludes every interview. Eric and Sookie knew each other through their siblings when they were younger. Sookie has to get an interview with the man before she fly's to her hometown to live in her old house. It doesn't go as planned, but when she finds he too returned to Bon Temps will she be able to get her interview or will she end up like the others?
Rated: M(I'm just going to set it there depending on what happens I may knock it down…probably not though.)
I don't own anything but the Idea. Lyrics: Let It Rock- Kevin Rudolf .
POV will change.
I see your dirty face High behind your collar What is done in vain Truth is hard to swallow So you pray to God To justify the way you Live a lie Live a lie Live a lie.
The music filled the dark club, people danced on the strobe lit dance floor, couples sat, stood and hid in the darker parts of the clubs. Models, Designers, Actors, Singers, Reporters, and Journalists all mingled, mixed, danced and drank together.
Sookie Stackhouse, a journalist for Tasty magazine, sat at a table alone sipping on a glass of water and waiting for the man she was to interview. He was over an hour late, and she doubted he would show up.
After readjusting her top and skirt she slid out of her stool and began to pack up her things when she heard someone call "hey Eric!" and she looked up to see the blonde model walking toward her table.
"Excuse me, are you Miss Stackhouse?" he asked with a charming smile as he approached the table. Sookie looked up at him with an annoyed glare.
Eric Northman had never been interviewed, he always managed to somehow get out of the interview; and get journalists fired.
"Yes, I am." She replied irritably.
"I'm terribly late, I apologize. Allow me to buy you a drink." He offered, trying his charming smile once more. Sookie looked at him with a blank expression and no visible emotion in her blue eyes.
Eric Northman was 6'1 with blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and the best body on the planet, as voted by some magazine, he was known to charm the panties off every female, even some males, he met.
But Sookie was not one of them; she wouldn't be dropping at his feet anytime soon. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, straightened her back and narrowed her eyes, "I do not drink on the job Mister Northman."
"Very well then. Maybe we could go somewhere less crowded?" he asked, eyeing the reporters, paparazzi, and other journalists watching them.
"I actually have to get going." She stated, "So maybe we could do this over the phone?"
"How about I take you home and we can do the interview that way?" he offered as Sookie pushed through the crowds toward the door.
"I'm actually heading to the airport, sorry Mister Northman." She really had wanted the interview, it was important to her career, moving on from Tasty to do something better, but she would not get that lucky.
Eric gently grasped her shoulder, moving her out of the way of the bouncer hauling a man out of the club, "Miss Stackhouse, I know how hard you worked to get this interview. It would be a shame that you not get it."
Sookie knew he was lying, Eric had never been interviewed for a magazine, he took it as a game. He wanted to try and see how long he could make it without. Sookie was getting more annoyed by the second. A small voice in her head told her to take up his offer for the ride. Another told her not to.
"Well Mister Northman, perhaps you could drive me to the airport and we could do the interview on the way there?" she asked with a smirk. He flinched, and sighed.
"Very well, lets go." He led her out of the club and down the road to a red corvette, after opening the door for her he went around to the driver's side and slid in.
Sookie took out her pad of paper and her recorder, Eric noticed this and eyed it briefly as he drove down the road, "LAX?"
"Yes." Sookie replied, finally locating her pen and clicking on the recorder, "you don't like being interviewed do you Mister Northman?"
"I don't really mind." He replied with a shrug, "I just never have. Officially anyways." He smirked.
"Why?"
He glanced at Sookie out of the corner of his eye, "It will ruin the mystery that my whole career is based on. No one, outside of my family, knows a thing about me, which ups everyone interest in what I do. Once someone finally successfully interviews me, it will be gone."
"Apart from your family? No childhood friends still?"
"I didn't grow up here in California; most of my friends are back in another state or country."
"Sweden?" she asked, he nodded his eyes now trained on the road, "where else?"
"Louisiana." He answered, pulling to a stop, "I grew up down there, with my sister and aunt."
Sookie didn't ask where his parents were, she already knew and didn't want to open that old wound, "So, what made you want to get into modeling?" she asked, successfully launching Eric into a story. The rest of the interview was rushed, and Sookie was disappointed that she had so little to work with as she stepped out of the car outside LAX.
"Thank you for your time Mister Northman." She said before closing the door to the car and walking into the airport, her notes and recorder in her bag which was tucked into her side carefully.
Her flight was in an hour and once she was boarded she tucked the bag between her body and the side of the plane as she fell asleep. She slept through most of the flight, and read while she was awake.
The only bag she had was her carry-on purse; the rest of her belongings had been mailed to her old house, where she would be living from now on. She wasn't a city girl and her boss knew that. She would return to California for interviews and other things but she would be doing most of her work from Louisiana.
No one was at the airport to pick her up; she hadn't expected anyone to be. She took a taxi from the airport to about a half mile from her house-she got out and walked the rest of the way, enjoying the fresh air and light breeze of the morning.
One car drove by the whole time she was on the road, a member of the road crew who she didn't recognize. She walked up the drive way to her old house, it looked exactly as it had many years ago when she had left, the only thing missing was her Gran, and the garden.
With a sad smile Sookie walked up to the porch, pulled out her keys and unlocked the door. I fell open to reveal the house just the same as it had always been, the furniture, the carpet –the dust was the only thing that hadn't always been there.
She walked around the house and opened every door and window to air out the old house, and then she went into the kitchen to get the cleaning supplies she had asked Jason to bring over.
They were sitting in the middle of the kitchen; Sookie inspected them and then set right into cleaning the house, from top to bottom. Around 5 she was finished with most of the work, the house no longer smelled dusty, but like lemons and oranges.
With a satisfied smile Sookie put away the cleaning supplies, closed up, grabbed her keys and went out to the small yellow Honda parked outside. She got in and tried to start the car, which had other plans, it wouldn't start.
She tried twice and nothing, "come on please, please just start! I'll take you to the mechanic if you just start." She muttered, turning the key again, the car started and Sookie grinned, "thank god."
In her rush to get her things packed she had forgotten she would need towels, bed sheets, and new light bulbs. The ones in the house were completely burnt out, and she didn't think to ask Jason to pick this up with the cleaning supplies.
Sookie pulled into a park space and shut the car off, "now just be good and start when I get back." She mumbled getting out of her car and heading into the store. It took her 20 minutes just to get through the line. It was already starting to get darker when she reached her car and put the bags in the passenger seat.
She turned the key, crossing her fingers, and the car started. She made it to the same point she had the taxi stop when an animal darted across the road, she slammed on her brakes just in time. The car stalled out as she did, and Sookie dropped her head onto the steering wheel with a sigh.
She tried the key twice and nothing, the third time nothing. "Well I guess I'm walking." She got her bags, closed the door and dialed the familiar number of the mechanic. He said he'd send out a toe truck to pick it up and then hung up abruptly.
"This is not what I wanted to do." She mumbled as she walked down the darkening road alone. 10 minutes down the road a car drove past her, it braked suddenly, and fear washed over Sookie.
She continued to walk though, straight past the car until the door opened and a tall blonde with blue eyes, and a bored expression stepped out and called her name, Sookie turned around to look at the woman in the light pink sweater, "Pam?"
"I didn't know you were coming back." She commented, "Do you need a ride home?"
Sookie hesitated, Pam was a close friend of Eric's and hadn't gotten along much with Sookie, "I-yes." She sighed.
"Well get in then." Pam slid back into her car, and Sookie walked to the passenger door and slid in with her bags. Pam drove quickly down the road, toward Sookie's house, "I was heading to Bill's house."
"Bill still living there?" Sookie asked in a soft voice, her eyes shifting to the bags at her feet.
"Yes." She replied, "He owe me some money, I was going to see why he disappeared."
Pam, Eric and Bill all worked for a woman named Sophie-Ann LeClerg, well Eric had until he went into modeling. Pam owned a bar in Shreveport now, called Fantasia Sookie recalled.
Pam pulled up outside the house and helped Sookie inside before returning to her car and peeling out of the drive way. Sookie locked the door and started to get everything where it should be.