Just an idea I hate from their encounter. I own nothing. Enjoy! :D

He looked at this beautiful woman (well, vampire). She had a slimming black dress that hugged her curves perfectly and exposed her chest perfectly. Her pale face seemed to glitter in the moonlight. And her lips were as red as blood. He hadn't expected to ever think of a vampire as drop dead gorgeous, but he certainly thought this vampire acting as usher for Fangtasia. He looked around to see if anyone else saw how stunning this woman was. He had to admit he was a little shy. He felt slightly out of his league, something that didn't happen very often. He decided he'd better say something.

"Hi." He offered a sideways smile hoping to receive one in return.

"Your momma know you're out in the big city?" So she wasn't going to be easy to charm.

"Well, my momma's dead." He figured honesty was the best policy. Hopefully it would give her a little sympathy for him.

"So am I," she replied, her expression not changing. She was deadpanned.

He was slightly freaked out when she said that. It's not that he didn't approve of vampires, it's just that he couldn't picture himself dating one. He took a fleeting look at her chest and looked down, lest she realize where he was looking.

"Let me see some I.D." The blond vampire stated.

He breathed out and reached for his wallet. He felt edgy, but it wasn't a bad feeling. He'd forgotten the reason he'd come here. He wanted V. But this woman had distracted him. She was so pretty. None of the girls in Bon Temp looked like that.

He handed his license to her and she looked it over then looked at him.

"Jason Stackhouse from Bon Temp." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

None the less, he replied in confirmation.

"You related to Sookie by any chance?" She was slightly curious. That would explain why he seemed so ravishing. He must have the same pull Sookie did.

"Uh…yeah. She's my sister. How do you know her?" He asked.

"She stands out. Do you?"

"No," he looked down, "maybe! In other ways…" he was trying to impress her now. He wanted her to focus on him. For some reason he was determined to keep her attention.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

He thought, "for some vampire blood." But even Jason Stackhouse knew that wouldn't be smart to say. Instead he said, "Uh..well, you know…I…heard it was cool, wanted to check it out. See what's up."

Pam then decided to see why he was really here. "Tell me why you're here," she commanded.

"I came here for some vampire blood. What time do you get off work?"

"You came for my blood?" she chuckled, "Well, yeah, you're right. You're nothing like your sister."

He snapped back to reality slightly confused as she extracted her fangs.

"Go on in," she allowed in her drawling voice.

He started to walk past her, but turned around.

"What's your name?"

Pam was shocked, not that she let it show. "And why should I tell you?"

He smiled his crooked smile, "Well, how else am I supposed to get to know you?"

She smirked at that. "It's Pam."

"Hi, Pam. Pleased to meet ya," he extended his hand and was crestfallen when she didn't take it. He put his hand back to his side.

He stared at her for a couple of moments admiring her beauty.

"Do you want something?" She asked raising her left eyebrow.

"Yes, actually." He stammered. "I—just—It's just- you're really pretty and-god. I'm usually really good at this….Willyougoonadatewithme?"

His words ran together a sign of his shyness and fear of rejection.

"You want to go on a date? With me?" She laughed a little bit. "Why? So you can take my blood?" She said with sass.

"No. I just-" Oh jeez. This wasn't going how he'd hoped. "I want to get to know you better. I can't explain it." She said nothing so began to walk past her once more. "Sorry. Nevermind. Forget it."

"I'll go on a date with you."

"Really?" He looked like an eager puppy dog begging for a treat.

"Yes."