After the weres made themselves known, it was only a matter of time before other creatures began coming out of the woodwork. Shifters, witches, ghouls, mermaids, nymphs, and even fairies were all well known to the human population by the year 2097.

Since their reveal, two vampires had been elected president of the United States, and in fact creatures held just as many seats in political office as humans did. The world was a vastly different place than it was a mere few decades ago, it was a better and more accepting place.

Fangtasia had gone international the day "New Blood" became a fortune 500 company. However, the original club in Shreveport was a tourist attraction that millions of vampires, fanbangers, curious humans, and miscellaneous supernaturals flocked to.

The building remained relatively unchanged despite the steel highrises and sleek modern buildings that surrounded it on all sides. Repairs had been made to "keep up with the times" as Pam said, but otherwise, it remained a relic, a time capsule for humans and vampires alike to enjoy or mock at their discretion.

Personally, Eric enjoyed the place, well he enjoyed it more than the corporate offices he'd built. It reminded him of how far he'd come since the place had been thrown into his lap more than a century ago. It was also the first and last place he had seen his late wife, Sookie Stackhouse, and no matter how many years went by, he found himself drawn back to the place like a moth to a flame.

Eric Northman, the oldest vampire currently residing in Louisiana, and the sheriff of areas three, four, and five, sat atop his throne in the center of the Fangtasia dancefloor. Pam had changed the chair more than a decade ago and he found it infinitely more comfortable, despite the ugly neon orange fabric and stupidly square shape.

His eyes scanned the writhing crowd, hunting for his entertainment for the night all the while acting as a novelty tourist attraction for prying eyes.

The humans laughed and danced along to the horrendous music. They were like mindless robots, nothing unique about them other the drinks in their hands. He let out a purely theatrical sigh and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers and waiting for one of the humans to hand him a bottle of "New Blood."

He popped open the can and took a delicate sip under the watchful and lustful gazes of his customers. His own attention was drawn toward the sliding metal doors that had been programmed long ago to only allow individuals over the age of 21 entrance. The woman who walked in stood out vividly among the other mindless humans. She had long, wavy blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders, the ends just barely grazing the straps of the vintage dress she wore.

The woman looked like she had walked right out of the 2020's and she matched the decor of the club perfectly, unlike just about everyone else here. Eric watched her like a lion watched it's prey, following her as she danced her way to the bar and ordered a sunrise screwdriver, one of the dozens of cocktails at fangtasia that contained a healthy amount of "New Blood" for humans that planned to be bitten or simply liked to "pretend." He certainly hoped this woman's motives were aligned toward the former.

With one hand on her drink, the woman moved to the dance floor where she immediately began twisting and turning her body along with the others. It took close to twenty minutes before the human looked up at him and the itch of irritation he felt at being so obviously ignored was soothed by the sly smile that graced her lips as she stared right back at him.

Her blue eyes never left his as she put an extra swirl in her hips and spent far too long sipping her drink from the black plastic straw.

As she watched, Eric twitched his fingers forward ever so slightly, a small smile forming on his lips. Amelia smirked in triumph as she oh so slowly danced her way toward Eric's throne and casually climbed the three stairs that led to the top of the platform. She could feel the eyes boring into the back of her head and the amount of jealousy rolling off the other customers was an almost tangible force in the room, pressing down on her like lead weights but also making her feel powerful for getting what they so desperately desired.

Eric eyed her like a new car, his gaze following the curves of her body before it rested on her eyes. The part of her mind that screamed in outraged for being so obvious objectified by this man, was easily silenced when she found herself scanning him in exactly the same way.

"Why don't you have a seat." He motioned toward the chair at his side and Amelia took it with a smile, crossing her ankles delicately and leaning toward the vampire as she hung her drink from her fingertips.

"I do so enjoy a man with manners."

Eric smiled, the barest hint of his extended fangs showing from behind his lips as he rested his elbow on his armrest and leaned toward Amelia so that their faces were just a few inches apart.

"This evening, you can enjoy me all you like, madam. If that's to your liking." He held out his hand toward Amelia and tilted his head to the side like a curious cocker spaniel. "Eric Northman."

"I'd love to enjoy you Mr. Northman. I'm Amelia Summers."

She gripped his hand and shivered in delight at the icy chill of the man's skin. It had definitely been too long since she'd had one of these.

"I do however, have a few conditions of course." Amelia told him, and threw her head back to finish the rest of her drink before lying the now empty glass on the table beside her chair. Eric was watching her intently, the same curious expression on his gorgeous face, and he looked more amused than irritated. She took that as a sign of good things to come.

"I don't fuck in back rooms, they're disgusting. We do this at my place or yours, since I already know vampires are a tad particular of who they let into their homes, I'll assume mine will be preferable. You can drink from me afterward, but not before or during or I'll make rest of your night a living hell. Lastly, try to glamour me at all and I'll personally drive a stake through your chest, not your heart of course, I'm not cruel, but I'll make sure it hurts."

With every word that left her mouth, Eric's smile widened and after she had laid down her customary list of rules he reached forward and stroked a cold hand through her blonde hair and down the side of her face to her neck.

"It's so rare to find a feisty human, most of them are such a bore."

"Story of my life." Amelia replied with a grin and soft chuckle at her own inside joke that Eric in no way would understand. She leaned forward even further, closing in the space between herself and Eric so that their lips were just barely brushing against each other's. "Follow me to my car and I'll show you how fiery I can be."

She pulled away and stood from the throne that had been so graciously loaned out to her. For the first time she took in the stares directed toward herself and Eric, every vampire in the room was glowering at her intently and several humans were watching her with curiosity, wondering what she had done that they hadn't.

Amelia put a little extra sway to her hips as she stepped down the stairs and walked around the crowded dance floor to the exit. She felt the woosh of air as Eric flinted past her to open the door with a mock flourish that brought another smile to Amelia's face, bringing that night's total to more than she'd worn in years.