Hello Readers. So this was a bit of inspiration I had while rewatching True Blood. I'm sticking with a general plot line but have changed the details to suit my needs. Let me know if you have any interest. If you follow my SOA or Xmen story- new chapters should be coming out soon.
Finishing up her last booked show in New Orleans (a casual early Sunday evening at a club in the Quarter) Freya stood back stage throwing her make up bag and all other personal belongings into her large tote. She checked her phone- it was only ten. If she left now she'd make it home before Merlotte's closed. She'd been hearing down right disturbing things from her cousins and hadn't been able to get ahold of Sookie since Adele's funeral. She'd wanted to drop everything and shag ass to Bon Temps but both Sookie and Tara had insisted she not break her contracts. "Gran would be so mad at you if you ditched a paying gig." She smiled at Ray the bouncer as she made her exit high tailing it toward her old, well loved, black F150. Tossing her bag in the car and checking that the rest of her stuff was still shoved behind the seat she slipped her heals off, switched her CD and made her way home.
Eric was getting impatient and Pam was getting twitchy in her irritated state. The home fries hanging around the bar and restaurant were not discreet in their distaste. The place reeked of grease and fear. "Really Bill how could you call this place home?" Bill rolled his eyes and tried to ignore Pam. Just when he was about to ask to be excused so he could go get Sookie the door opened and the smell of a Magnolia tree blossoming in the sunshine filled the room. Eric's usual façade of boredom slipped and even Pam looked genuinely interested in the stranger. "Who is that?" Pam hummed in pleasure. Bill thought maybe he knew who it was, but he tried to seem disinterested.
Sookie had spoken a few times of the feisty Frey Bellefleur, but he'd never met her. She was so much more then what he had expected. Maybe she was the solution he'd been looking for. 5'3" with auburn curls and bright blue eyes, it was clear she had the attention of both Eric and Pam. If it was true, if Freya was graced with the same abilities as Sookie, then maybe he could use her to distract him. It wouldn't make Sookie happy, but if it kept her out of trouble, it would be worth it. He smiled to himself as he watched the pale beauty greeting her friends.
"Well look at you bitch! Where the hell have you been?" Tara embraced Freya. Eric noted the way the stranger's pale skin shimmered and glowed as Tara's dark arms wrapped around her shoulders. She was delicious in so many ways. Sam came out of the kitchen carrying a large box of beer bottles. He lit up at the sight of her. He set the box down and rushed over to pick her up in an embrace. "Well hey there stranger we were wondering if you'd ever come back!" Freya laughed delighted to be home. She mussed up Sam's hair, "you so sad you couldn't get a haircut while I was gone?" She winked at the man who held her close breathing in her scent. "You were missed cher." "Speaking of Miss, where is Miss Sookie Stackhouse?" Sam's jaw tightened but he continued smiling as he shrugged gesturing to the hall that lead to back of house. Freya's smile took on a mischievous quality her eyes twinkling as she hoisted herself onto the bar. Her soft black leather pants allowed her to slide across the glossed wood with ease and she crossed her legs dramatically. Eric smirked not bothering to respond to Pam's knowing glance. "It looks like she's holding court."
Sookie had been in the bathroom- applying lipgloss, wiping excess mascara from under her eyes, redoing her pony tail. ANYTHING to stall having to deal with Eric Northman. BANG BANG BANG! "Sookie Stackhouse!" came a familiar voice. "MISS SOOKIE STACKHOUSE YOU HAVE SIXTY SECONDS TO GET THAT CUTE LITTLE ASS OUT HERE!" Sookie grabbed her purse and hauled ass. "Freya Bellafleur!" She hollered as said girl slid off the counter. Eric's eyes snapped to Bill and Bill smirked. Sookie had always referred to her by her nickname 'Frey'- this development was perfection. Eric made a subtle gesture to Pam.
"Look at you all gussied up," Sookie picked at Freya's top. Freya giggled in response slapping her friend's hand away. She was about to respond and explain when a tall blonde woman dressed in pink stepped up beside them. "Yes, you might be the second best dressed person in this dump." Came Pam's tainted compliment. Everything she said was sickly sweet- it always seemed like she was pouring the sugar on, but really it was a dig- if not at you then at someone else in the immediate area. Freya turned slightly on her toes, her hand resting on her popped hip. "And you are?" Pam smiled taking in Freya from head to gorgeous matte black Louboutin pump. The girl had style- black leather pants fitted to perfection, purple silk top showing perfect creamy cleavage with just a hint of a black lace bra underneath, hell her red nails and painted lips even matched the red of the sole of her heels. "Freya Bellafleur, and while pink is not my color I must confess I dig those pumps." Pam extended her hand to the girl shocking Sookie, "Pamela Swynford de Beaufort." Freya shook her hand giving her a nod of recognition.
Sookie rolled her eyes dramatically grabbing Freya's arm and dragging her over toward the table. "You have to meet my boyfriend Bill." Freya smiled a genuine smile, all of her attitude dropped. "It's a pleasure to meet you Vampire/Boyfriend Bill." "It is a pleasure to meet you as well Freya. This is my associate Eric Northman." Freya nodded barely sparing Eric a glance, much to his annoyance. "Please have a seat." Sookie and Freya sat, Freya crossing her legs with that extra flourish, as Tara came over. "Can I get you a drink?" Freya noticed immediately that Tara made a point of ignoring the vampires completely and made a note to address this hypocrisy later. There were two things Freya could not abide: lying and hypocrisy. "Yeah Hun can I get a hot toddy?" "Come straight from a show tonight?" Freya nodded and Tara quickly turned shouting over her shoulder, "One hot toddy with extra toddy coming right up!" Freya giggled her nose wrinkling slightly.
"Sookie mentioned you were a singer?" Bill was definitely a southern gentleman and a master in the art of conversation. "Yes, I've been in New Orleans for the last five weeks. Just did my last show in the Quarter." Eric, unable to bare being left out of the conversation a moment longer perked up at the opportunity to butt in. "Have you ever performed in a Vampire Club?" Freya gave a slight laugh her voice rasping slightly, "I have once, but most Vampire Clubs aren't looking for my kind of music." "You should hear her sing La Vie En Rose. It's my favorite." Sookie nudged Freya's shoulder. "I'd like to hear that sometime. I own Fangtasia." Freya's smile widened at the obvious pun, she'd always had a soft spot for a good pun. "I can welcome whatever kind of music I want in my establishment," Eric continued. "Or- ", he glanced down to her cleavage, "maybe a private performance." Freya scoffed as Tara set her drink in front of her, her eyes turning cold. "I hate to break it to you Mr. Northman, but that is an old line and it has NEVER worked on me. I'd expect better from a vampire." Pam pretended to cough as she covered her laugh. Eric Growled sitting up straighter and glaring at the little human. This fucking human speaking to him like this?
His pride hurt he decided to take charge of the situation. "We actually came here tonight because we have business to take care of." He turned to Sookie and Bill, "we are in need of Sookie's special skill set." Bill took a deep breath preparing himself for the fall out of his actions. "Actually you're in luck. Miss Bellefleur here shares Sookie's gift and I'm told she has far more control." Sookie turned to Bill in shock and Freya hissed as her entire body turned to Sookie- glaring daggers, fists clenched, fucking furious.
Freya downed her warmed whiskey in one gulp before standing and grabbing Sookie by the arm and dragging her out of the bar the back way. As the humid night air hit them she released her tossing her away. "You fucking told him about me?" Her accent thickened. She took in Sookie's guilty face. "Oh my hot damn, you fucking told him about me!" Freya began to pace. "Frey! Frey!" Sookie grabbed onto Freya's arm. Begging. Pleading for her to understand. "NO!" Freya pushed her off and stood glaring, arms crossed over her stomach, fists clenched. Fighting to control her temper. Fighting to understand how her best friend could betray her so. How someone who shared her gift, and therefore knew the danger it could bring, would betray her to the vampires.