Its time to see how West Coast Vamps and East Coast Vamps play together...

...Cordelia and Angel driving on the way to Shreveport, Louisiana.

"Angel are you sure we have to go to this backwards bayou town? Cause I seriously don't think getting hexed or eaten by alligators is too fashionable this season. Isn't there another way to get what we're looking for?"

"With all the stuff we've been through and all you've seen with Willow and now you're scared of Louisiana? Come on Cordy we hopefully won't even be here for very long."

"Its just I've read a lot about voodoo and black magic and being cursed like that isn't the same as killing monsters and demons...at least with them I have some control over whose gonna die. Wow, I almost sounded confident there."

"Well I've heard this vampire, Eric Northman is one of the most cunning and knowledgeable of our kind. We exasperated all our sources on the west coast so its time we tried to search for answers from the other side. He's good about doing favors and since the royalty in this town are corrupt we'll just stick to side lines until we can get what we're looking for, then we're out of here.

They finally stop to the little night club called Fangtasia where they can hear loud music from inside the club. After getting out of the car they see a male vampire and a scantily clad girl with piercings and tattoos stumble back to a truck on the far side of the parking lot.

"Angel,why can't this Eric guy hang out somewhere less whore infested and dirty. And what's stopping us from just busting into the place and telling him to help us?"

"We can't exactly use our brand of reasoning here. According to the vampire code of ethics in these parts I've actually broken... a lot of the rules...and having a soul.. well, that just puts me in a whole lot of trouble that we don't need. So be nice and don't stare."

"I'll stare at whomever I want..remember I've killed vamps before. And you're with me so nobody's gonna touch us."

Angel stops cold in his tracks and Cordelia clumsily bumps into his back. He turns around quickly with a more than serious face and garbs her arm.

"Cordelia, I don't think you fully understand just how dangerous this place is. The vampires here do something,I refuse to do, called glamoring. It's like a type of hypnosis in which you will be totally under their control. In LA the vamps are just too impatient and don't feel its necessary to play with their food. Here, its encouraged."

"...Like in Dracula the movie" she gulps.

"Um, yeah like that but several times worse. We're not Los Angeles anymore. Different rules apply here, there are systems and hierarchies and much more finesse in the way they kill humans. Its the deep south and everything's slower here especially torture. And since I have virtually no power here I can't fight back...or remember all those rules that I've broken..they'll all come back to bite my ass and yours too literally."

" Way to kill a road trip, Angel." Cordy blurts trying to cut some of the tension.

They finally make it up to the doors of club Fangtasia where a nicely dressed vampire awaits.

"Welcome to Fangtasia enter at your own risk," She says sarcastically

"Um, Hi there...My name is Angel, and I'm here to meet with Eric Northman."

"Aren't we all...So is this human his scheduled meal tonight?"

"Oh, no. I think you've misunderstood me. This is Cordelia my friend and we work together. We are here on very important business and need to speak to Eric Northman, the owner of this club."

"Yes, So this human is yours?"

"No Cordelia doesn't exactly belong to me, she's here of her own free will." he muttered blushing slightly.

"You tell her Angel! I don't belong to anyone but myself!" whispered a slightly terrified Cordelia. She couldn't help but stare at this vampire guarding the door, her accent, her poise, her attitude. It was all so alluring yet scary. Cordelia had seen beautiful vampires before her best friend Harmony being one of them but none compared to this lady of the night.

"Oh dear lord, you must be one of those baby main-streamers." she exhaled feeling exasperated at this conversation which was much too long for her liking. "When I asked if she was yours I was implying that if she belongs to you then no other vampire could have her. Is this the case or is she free game?"

"Well, when you put it that way, she's definitely mine!"

"Ugh, here I better take you to see Eric myself lest you cause some sorta scene here tonight.

"Thank You"

"No thanks are necessary I'm actually just very interested in what my master will have to say about you and your little problem."

As Pam leads them across the crowded club Cordelia spots a blonde man surveying the club from a throne.

"That is my master, Eric Northman, I'll alert him of your presence..."

"He's gorgeous and he dresses nice...Angel, looks like you've got some competition in the 'dark and brooding but good dresser' category." Cordelia whispers as she pokes Angel in his side.

The vampire finally returns to lead Angel and Cordelia to Eric's throne. They finally get an audience with the Viking himself at his throne. Angel relays his back-story to the Eric who intently listens with a scowl on his face. After Angel finishes talking to Eric, he stands back and waits.

Eric sits up tapping his fingers on the arm of his throne and stares at Angel.

"How is it, that I've never managed to meet you, Angel, the vampire with a soul?"

"Well, Mr. Northman, I guess fate has kept us apart until we were better suited for each others company."

"Indeed. Why don't we take this to my office, where we can talk more freely."