THE PLACE OF SIN

Like anyone would be

I am flattered by your fascination with me

Like any hot-blooded woman

I have simply wanted an object to crave

Alanis Morissette- Uninvited

It has been months since Sookie stood up Eric and Bill, she was with Alcide now. The Authority was on king Bill's ass with the witch infestation and the festival fiasco. Eric had fun in his club Fangtasia.

Fangtasia, the place of sin in Shreveport, a woman walked in the bar. She was wearing tight fitting jeans, a white top and red stilettos. She had a look to kill for, even Pam noticed her walking in and she rushed to the door vampire speed. She asked for the womans ID card : Anette Severin, 23 years old, "Welcome to Fangtasia!" Pam said and inhaled her scent, it was different from Sookie's and other humans in the bar, she smiled and walked back to Eric's throne.

Anette walked to the bar counter and ordered a shot of vodka. Eric sat in his throne, watching over the bar, he had a devilish smirk. Pam stood by his side whispering something. Eric's eyes went on to the woman.

Anette felt cold shivers going down her spine, she ordered another shot of vodka and looked over the bar. Everyone was dancing, she noticed a tall, muscular, blond man just sitting, his face didn't move even an inch, but his aura was powerful. As people tried to approach him, the ones who got too close or tried to touch him were kicked away. He looked at her, Anette turned her eyes away. With a hand gesture Pam leaned in and listened to Eric. She walked through the crowd towards the bar. Pam took a postcard that had "Fangtasia!" written on it, she wrote something on the other side, took a trey and placed a shot of vodka and the card on it. The barman named Chow passed it to Anette, she looked surprised as she picked up the card and turned it.

"Drink up! Greetings from…"

She asked the bartender "Who is he ? " He replied as usual "Owner of Fangtasia, Eric Northman and the woman next to him is his progeny Pam," that was a FAQ for Chow. Anette smiled sweetly and asked with the most sincere look on earth "Who gave you this card?" He pointed out " That is Pam's handwriting, but it is probably from Eric." Anette looked over to the man "Eric Northman" she thought to herself.

Pam stood next to the door, so she could have a better view to the bar. Pam saw Eric was amused and intrigued by the human, that didn't happen often. In closer observation Pam noticed the brand of Anette's shoes " Loboutins, not bad!", most of the hangouts visitors were dressed in hideous and unfashionable latex suits and had black/white make-up on to look gothic. But she stood out, her suntanned glowing skin; only make-up she wore was mascara and a little touch of dark eyeshadow. Pam wondered in her head as her eyes were fixed on Anette, she felt Eric calling her by his side.

Anette felt cold shivers again, some emotions went through her "Damn it!" she swore quietly, but loudly enough for Chow to hear her. He was interested in her smell, but knew not to act as Eric had already silently claimed her.

"Damn what?" he said. Anette looked up from the vodka glass "Did I say it out loud? Ohh…sorry" Her explanation was cut short by Pam "Aren't you pretty?" Anette wanted to answer but Pam continued " Love your stilettos and necklace…white gold as I can see!" She looked Pam in the eyes "Thanks!" Pam continued" Your name was Anette, right?" Chow was surprised; Pam acting social with a human was weird to watch "Do you live in the area? You should come again," an avalanche of questions hit Anette. She answered " If I do, but that kind of information is not for strangers…where I live…I just met you," Pam smiled " My name is Pamela Swynford de Beaufort…now we aren't strangers anymore." She had to answer "Anette Severin, pleased to meet you!" The awkward situation ended. It was past 2 PM when she left, sober enough to drive home. Only thing she couldn't see was Eric leaving the bar as well.

She walked to her black BMW through the parking lot "Stick shift car, the best anti-theft system in the US," she smiled to herself. Anette started the car engine and drove off to her house. She was new in town; she inherited a house and a small fortune from her aunt Theresia. While parking in the driveway she noticed a shadow, it startled her as she quickly went inside her house. She locked the doors and pulled the curtains down on the first floor then she went upstairs and opened her balcony door to let some cool summer breeze in. The balcony had an open view to the surrounding area and also to her bedroom. Anette sang a lovely tune while she grabbed a towel and her nightgown. "God, I smell like smoke and vodka" she thought and went to shower.

The moonlight emphasized Eric's features as the Viking followed her home. He flew on the balcony and saw her undressing and singing. She had a pleasant soft voice, it was relaxing to hear. As she was under the shower, her scent got stronger. When Sookie was sunshine in a pretty blonde bottle, she was different. Anette was out of the shower, dressed in a black silky nightgown, she stood in front of the mirror, turned, she knew she was good-looking. Eric assessed her, she was about 5'9 (180cm), long legs, fit, but still had her womanly curves. She had full lips, slightly curved nose, high cheekbones and a lovely chin. Her eyes were unlike Sookies, she had blue-grey eyes, the left one had a green spot in it. And her smell was calling him it was like purity, life, intoxicating and addictive.

Anette noticed a figure on the balcony "Get a grip girl, every shadow is like a monster to you" she sat on her bed and unlocked an old wooden jewelry chest. She took an old book out, it was bound in leather and a necklace "My gift is more like a curse," she said and put the book back. She closed the balcony door and switched off the lights and went to bed.