My first Fanfic for True blood! YAY! I've read the books, so if your only watching the TV show then it may be a bit different (as the books are) and may have some spoilers so please be warned! If you need help with info please ask or check out the Wikipedia info on the show/books it helps! Also a warning for sexual content!
I watched the water start to boil on the stove, they say a watched pot never boiled but I was a 50 year old in a 23 year old body. Time didn't matter that much to Vampires, and I liked watching the little bubbles turn into bigger ones as the water boiled. I was glad to have a stove now instead of a microwave; they made me nervous, Eric my maker and would be husband had gotten me the stove to heat up true blood bottles. I had been with Eric for almost 20 years; we had met at a ball held by the King of Nevada on Halloween in 1959. Once the water had boiled enough I put the bottle of blood in it and leaned against the counter. I wanted a propane stove but Eric knew how accident prone I was and had refused. I pouted for a week but that didn't get me anywhere it was electric. Fire and vampires didn't mix, I knew that but I still pouted, I was now a little when Eric came out of the bedroom and glanced over me. Eric was a Nordic god as far as I and many others were concerned, pale skin (also a vampire thing but still), perfect hair (which he dyed blonde but few knew that), and piercing blue eyes. That's what had made me first notice him; he was staring at me at the ball from across the room. Today his over 6ft well built body was covered with a grey t-shirt with the name of our bar Fangtasia on it and dark jeans. I preferred him with no clothes on but he was off to work. Glancing over me he raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong Kone?" He asked using the Norwegian word for wife. I glanced to him and shrugged a little which I knew he hated. Frowning a bit as he came over and glanced to the bottle in the water, he sighed and stroked my cheek a little with his finger.
"I have told you I tired of your whining over the stove. Do not make me regret getting you one." He said softly in a tone of voice I knew better then try and argue with. Nodding a little I watched as he pulled on a jacket, not that he needed it we didn't really feel the temperate unless it was extreme but Eric liked to look good. Eric was much older then I, he had turned a few vampires in his time, only a few of them had been his lovers and only for a few years. Glancing to me he looked me over.
"After you're changed, you're coming to work yes?" He asked even though he knew the answer already. I was expected to be at the bar he had opened a few years back nearly every night. I nodded a little and he came over gently wrapping his fingers around my neck and looking down into my eyes.
"I do not want a repeat of last week." He said and I nodded a little again before returning his kiss and watching him go. Last week he had ignored me for two days because he was busy with "work", and he was but I was feeling ignored and unimportant which is silly really but I had worn a skin tight short dress and flirted with a few of the human males that came to the bar to check out female vampires. Eric had no reason to be jealous, he wasn't really jealous, posessive was a better word. I was his as he was mine and that was that. After drinking my blood and tiding up a bit I went into our room and looked in the closet. I got lost in my thoughts as I looked over my options. Eric and my relationship would seem complicated to some, and at first it was. To the outside (and most likely human world) it would seem our relationship was very slave/master. I suppose in some ways it was. Eric was my maker, and thus I had to obey him it wasn't something I could control it was a bond between a vampire and their maker. I was much younger then Eric by a good 954 years (not that he wants to think about the age difference, I love to tease him about being an old man even though he was the body of a 32 year old warrior). Because he knows so much more then I do about our world I usually do let him make the desisions, and later when we're alone I ask questions. Eric isn't a man you question in public, and I felt sorry for those who tried to. I simply did as I was told most of the time because it was easier, Eric loved me and tried to do his best to keep me happy and save. I was incredibly clumsy as a human and wasn't that much better off as a Vampire. I was constantly tripping over something or knocking into something, hence why I got given an electric stove. Snapping myself back to the task at hand I chose a pair of dark skinny jeans, a slinky white racer back tank and knee high boots. I put on the type of thong that Eric preferred and got dressed before brushing my long dark brown hair. Glancing over myself with my green eyes I decided I looked good, and Eric would approve. He liked it when I wore white, said it made me seem innocent which made him want to corrupt me. Smiling to myself I headed out to my new bmw that he bought me as a Christmas present, not that we celebrated Christmas, he just used it as an excuse to buy me things. I had given him a beautiful white gold watch in bed and he had given me the keys later that night. I drove to the club and parked in my usual spot, it looked pretty busy tonight, which would please Eric and Pam. Pam was also turned by Eric, and she and I had taken a while to "warm" up to each other but we had a friendship now that we didn't really speak of. Getting out of my car I headed for the entrance glancing over the line up. Mostly humans, with a few vampires mixed in, strange that Pam and our doorman Wayne were keeping so many outside, but I by-passed he line and went up to Pam. She was a pretty woman and tonight she was showing off her ample breasts and tiny waist in a red latex dominatrix style dress. She smiled when she saw me coming and moved aside to let me in.
"There are a lot of people outside." I said to her and she just smirked.
"Just keeping dinner cool." She said and I smirked back at her and started through the door.
"Watch out he's in one of his moods." Pam warned me and if I had a heart it would have sank.