Author's Note:

Hey folks, this a new story that I had the inspiration for today. I'm not sure if anyone will be interested in it but hopefully you guys will be. I intend for this story to be a long one, with a lot of friendship before it actually leads to anything too sexual or romantic but I'm calling it an M because there will be some strong language, and eventually lemons. Hopefully you'll enjoy my original character Lola and won't think of her as a Mary Sue but I wanted to see what it would be like for someone a little less typical to be involved with the famous Godric and Eric. Leave lots of reviews and as usual I don't own any of these characters except for the original ones and I do not profit from writing this story (I wish!)

Lola looked out her bedroom window to the Dallas skyline. It was a clear, cool night late in August and that was the best kind of night in Lola's mind. Cool fresh air and a chance to see the stars was just what she needed as a pick me up right now. She bit her lip in anticipation, mentally chanting "anything can happen on a night like this" as a way for her to get excited for her shift at a local bar. Being a bartender wasn't always easy but she was good at it, and that was enough to make Lola happy. After all, what more could she really ask for? Lola had a long list of things she wished for in life, but if she was being realistic she had everything she needed in her nice apartment in Dallas, and she needed to remind herself that dwelling on what she didn't have wouldn't do her any favors.

No, she thought as she flexed her mint green toes into the lush carpet, she shouldn't focus on the negatives in her life when she had more than enough positives. It was true she was missing a man in her life, but if she was being honest she knew that having a boyfriend wasn't the key to happiness. Neither was money, she reminded herself – though she had a sizable amount in her bank account due to her father's wealth and well wishes for her. Truth be told Lola had come to a point in her life where earning her own money was important to her and it had been a long journey to get to that level for her.

Lola remembered how her life had been just a year ago as she slipped into her skinniest pair of jeans and a clean black tank top for work. Lola had spent much of the last few years lazily sitting in one of her father's many properties playing video games, drinking any alcohol she could get her hands on, and smoking more pot than any individual should on a regular basis. She had no drive, she had no ambition and most of all she had no respect for herself. Her life hadn't always been easy. She remembered several times where she and her parents had almost found themselves on the streets as she slipped into a comfortable pair of strapped and studded combat-style boots. No, life for Lola hadn't been easy in the beginning. It was only when her mother died and her father started a successful business with the aid of some local vampires that her life really got going. Her father had used his grief at the loss of his wife to invent a new type of self-sustaining house boat that proved popular among the undead and Lola had welcomed the opportunity to live the grand life.

Lola sauntered into the bathroom and looked at her long, messy black hair. She smiled at how she always changed the color, but always loved the messy bed head look that her tomboy-rough style complimented. As she pouted her full lips and ran her ruby red lipstick across them, she reminisced at how much fun she had traveling the world on her father's dime and associating with some of the biggest celebrities – both living and undead. Vampires had announced themselves to the world when she was 18 and now at 24 she accepted them as part of her every day life. She served several of them at the bar she worked at, and had even dated a handful of them back in the days where she maintained a lavish lifestyle.

Lola stared at her vividly turquoise eyes and applied heavy mascara to her already thick and prominent lashes. She never needed much makeup, but everything she added made her look more and more gorgeous and she knew it; she counted on it even, to bring in more tips. Lola took a step back from her vanity and looked over her appearance. She looked damn good, and she made sure to keep it that way. Years of being the chubby outcast in high school spurred her to make her body the best it could be as she got older, and after dedicating much of her time in college to working out she had achieved her goal. With a full bust, curvacious hips and a butt many women would kill for, Lola knew that many of her customers – no matter their gender lusted after her. She also knew that she could have any man she wanted if not for her gruff attitude and pension for tattoos and piercings.

Lola looked at the dozen or so tattoos that covered her arms and her chest. Each one of them was a memory to her, and the memories of each one flooded over her as she brushed her hand through her hair. Her first tattoo was in remembrance of her mother Angela. Lola was destroyed when her mother lost her battle with cancer, and after a week of binge drinking and sobbing uncontrollably Lola had marched her ass to the nearest tattoo parlor and had gotten her mothers name and birthday scrawled on her ribcage. It was her most precious tattoo, and one she never showed anyone except her father, who had burst into tears upon seeing it.

After that, any excuse was a good enough one for Lola to get more ink on her body. She had tributes to her favorite musicians in the form of lyrics on the inside of each bicep. She had sugar skulls that reminded her once again of her mother and their off-beat love of anything skull related resting on each shoulder. She had several stars, each one filled in with different pictures, scenes or patterns Lola found interesting that spanned most of her skin. She even had her favorite line from her favorite novel permanently written on her chest. Lola loved each one more than the last, though none of them as special as her mother's name. She had dozens more planned in her mind, and only the right moment awaited her before each one would be on her body forever. After her skin was covered, Lola had gotten her nose pierced, her ears gauged and the dimple on her upper lip pierced, all for the sake of being more interesting than everyone else. It was the only thing that gave her joy for a long time.

The truth was that Lola had become very empty around her twenty first birthday. She had lost all interest in her life, and spent most of her time earning online degrees at her leisure in anything she could think of that sparked her curiosity. In the past three years, Lola had earned degrees in video game design, movie marketing, music business, history and anthropology. Each one of them made her proud, but none of them were enough for her. She was a smart girl, but she had no where to put all those thoughts she had, so she spent most of her time just imagining and day dreaming.

Her thoughts soon muddled together and Lola shook her head. No, she needed to stop dwelling on the past. In Dallas she had found something; she had found drive again. After going on a date with a student she met at a coffee shop, she found herself suddenly motivated to do something with her life. She had really opened up to the young man she had been smitten with at the time, but after explaining her deepest and darkest emotions, the boy called her immature and told her to "get her head out of her ass." They never spoke again, but Lola couldn't help but say a silent thank you to the asshole who had helped her realize her potential. The next day Lola applied for work at every bar in Dallas, knowing that it was unlikely any of her degrees would get her a job as quickly as she wanted one. She had received a handful of call-backs, and she chose The Skyline because it was simple, but she felt safe and she liked the people. The people really liked her too.

So Lola began working as a bartender, and she hadn't looked back since. Her shift started in twenty minutes and she grabbed her studded black leather jacket, her phone and her wallet and dashed out the door. Living only two blocks from Skyline was really a perk she had to thank her father for – he had gone out of his way to secure the most lavish and safe loft he possibly could, and before she could argue that she could've done it on her own her name was on the lease. She wasn't angry at him though, she loved her dad and she knew he was only looking out for her and trying to make him happy. She had a great relationship with her dad, and she was as happy to have him in her life as he was to have her in his.

Lola dashed through the back door and into the kitchen of Skyline. The cook Joseph looked her over and smirked "Is that the only outfit you own Lola, or do you wear it just for me every night?" Lola smiled. She and Joseph – or Joesep she liked to call him – flirted with one another every night, though both knew nothing would ever come of it. "Oh you know I wear it all for you baby!" Lola threw a wink and a coy smile in his direction before heading out to the bar. Her boss Toby was one of the few employees she really had any contact with. Lola didn't like the other barbie doll waitresses that worked at Skyline, and they didn't like her. There was no animosity between them, they just never had anything to talk about and so Lola found herself getting closer to Toby and Joseph than anyone else. Toby had become like her big brother and as he saw her coming, he held out his arms for a big hug. "Lols! I missed you!" He laughed and so did she, they saw each other every day, but they missed one another when they weren't working and Lola smiled every time he used his nickname for her. "I missed you too Tob!" Toby ruffled her hair and smiled "so what have you gotten yourself into in the last 24 hours?" Toby loved to tease her about how her interests were always changing from one trend to the next. Lola was excited to tell him each and every time she had learned about a new kind of yoga, or a drink recipe she wanted to try out, or the latest video game she had become obsessed with. She shared her life with him in the most genuine way she could, and she was happy that he enjoyed hearing about it.

As she told him about the firewalking seminar she was thinking of taking, she was soon comfortably making drinks for customers and engaging some of the regulars in conversations about her world travels. Many of them were fascinated to hear about her time in Sweden where she learned to speak the language fluently while working for a family that made beautiful jewelry and clothes for a living. She smiled as she told the story of how one day that family had walked into her room to find her drunk, half naked, and sewing away on the most gorgeous skirt they had ever seen.

Before she knew it Lola's shift was halfway over and with over a hundred dollars in tips already, tonight was turning out to be a great night. Suddenly, the bar got quiet as two gentlemen walked in. Lola couldn't see from where she was standing but was assuming based on how everyone in the bar turned and watched them that they must be vampires. Dallas was known for both vampires and those who hated them but there had never been a real issue at Skyline since everyone who worked there was at least somewhat vampire friendly. In fact, Toby's girlfriend was a vampire and everyone who had met her had said she was the sweetest girl on Earth. Even still, Lola was never one to be too cautious so she eyed the crowd watching for any sign of danger. As the two men appeared at the bar Lola was caught up in how exquisitely handsome each one of them was, while neither one of them looked anything like the other.

Lola felt immediately drawn to both the 5'11 and the 6'5 males and though they both smiled at her Lola found that she liked the shorter brunette's caring and genuine smile over the arrogant smirk of the taller blonde. It took a moment of being too dazed for thought before Lola finally was able to speak up "What can I get you two?" She bit her lip and tried her best to act sweet and sexy for her newest patrons that could sense were both strong and ancient vampires. Lola didn't know everything about vampires, but she could tell that the brunette was the older of the two and assumed based on the vibe she was getting from them that the blonde was his progeny. She had her first vampire boyfriend Lyle to thank for her knowledge of that term and she smiled as she remembered him fondly. She was brought back to reality as the brunette cleared his throat. She blinked her turquoise eyes twice and shook her head. She saw him smirk while the blonde chuckled softly "two Tru Blood's please, A Positive." "Sure, comin' right up" she mumbled before grabbing two from a mini fridge under the bar and placing them in the microwave. She waited for the ding of the microwave and as she heard it she grabbed the two bottles and twisted their lids off, placing them in front of the two vampires. "My name is Lola if you need anything else tonight sir." She turned to walk off before the brunette spoke up "My name is Godric, and this is Eric."