Looking in her cars mirror to check her appearance one last time, Natalia Crimane pulled a silky strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She turned to her best friend, Katie Andleson.
"Ready to go?" she asked, turning off the car and removing the key from the ignition. She nodded nervously. The girls were going to the newest and most popular vampire bar and nightclub in their home town of Shreveport for the first time. Scared, inquisitive, and nervous, they were ready to explore and see what the undead were like up close and personal. Locking the car, the girls left the car with nothing but small clutches that contained nothing more than their cell phone, wad of bills, and their ID.
Walking up to the long line, they scanned the crowd to get familiar with the population. Skimpily dressed girls, with fishnets and miniskirts. Guys with small tops or very short, almost boxer like, pants. Racking her brain, Katie remembered the vampire terminology she had found on google. "Fangbangers," Katie gestured to the revealingly dressed people behind them quietly. Natalia nodded with an understanding. Before long, they were next in line. A tall, and older looking blonde vampire took their ID. Tho she was older looking, she still had a delicate and enticing beauty that made you give a second glance at her. "Well hi there," she said enthusiastically trying to muster enthusiasm but making it obvious she was overdoing it and that she didn't care. "Hello," the girls said their greetings. They showed their ID's. The woman glanced at Natalia, licking her lips. "See you inside, maybe," she said, never taking her eyes off Natalia. With a gulp, Natalia pressed forward as the female waved them in and called the next patron in line over. The girls anxiously entered the club and were frazzled at what they saw.
People dancing. Exotic dancers. A bar booming with people. Intimate kissing at the seating tables. Dim lights, with a steady beat blaring throughout the club. There was also a stage in the front center of the club that had a black throne. And in it might just as well have been a King. Eric Northman. 6'3 Foot, blonde hair blue eyed vampire and owner of Fangtasia. His looks were tantalizing. Katie gripped Natalia's wrist and led her over to the bar where they placed themselves daintily in two available seats at the bar. A long haired, pale, vampire bartender walked up to him wearing heavy eyeliner and a baggy t-shirt and tight spandex pants. He had this.. stride. This atmosphere to him that was so taunting. Every female at the bar was looking at him, if not looking at Eric. Or the other multiple gorgeous male vampires. Gorgeous or not, it was as tho being a vampire made the person significantly beautiful. He leaned over the counter top, moving his eyes to Katie and then Natalia, and focusing on her. "What can I get you ladies," the words rolled off his tongue. Katie bit her lower lip. He watched Natalia closely, making her feel slightly awkward. The first two vampires she had ever encountered and each had paid closely attention to just her. What an awkward feeling.
"Wate-" Katie leaned forward, peering into his eyes boldly. She cut Natalia off before she could say water and ordered for her, hoping to catch and keep his attention.
"We'll have a vodka, on the rocks, we like it dirty," she giggled, ordering the drinks with expertise.
"Nice choice," he said as he swiftly pulled out two glasses and filled them with the alcoholic substance, never taking his eyes off Natalia. "On the house," he said before they could pull out the money from their clutches. "So long as you share it in the back with me," he smirked.
"As..." Natalia looked for an appropriate word to not sound to smug. "Nice- as that sounds, I think I'll stay here and sip it with my friend here," she smiled. Was that an invitation? She hoped she politely rejected it. She had no intention of being dinner. Google had said vampires couldn't be trusted. She would follow Google's advice. "That's a shame. I have a sweet tooth for cute blondies like you," his fangs suddenly clicked out as he ran his tongue over them openly. Natalia felt uncomfortable. Katie grew annoyed and desperately tried to mentally figure out why her best friend was getting all of the attention. "Don't you look lovely," said a deep, humble and masculine voice. The girls turned. Seated to the right of Katie was the man from the throne. He smelled so good. Being next to him was overwhelming. "Thanks," Natalia said quietly. "Normally, I don't dance. But being as lucky as my eyes were to just catch a glimpse of you, I can't help but ask, if you'd like to dance?" Natalia's sea green eyes looked up directly into his. "A dance would be lovely.. how about we go treat other to one?" he asked, his voice suddenly more deep, and steady. She felt a light throb in her head but it faded quickly. She remembered another fact she had come across on the internet. Glamoring. When a vampire could persuade you to do whatever they wish, willingly or not. Like a controlling menace. Her mouth hung agape with shock. "Did you just try to glamor me?" the words came out more blunt and shocked than she had intented.
He was shocked. This girl was not human. His attempt to glamor her had failed. No wonder she had smelt so delicious. He could not like this opportunity walk through the door. "Sorry.." Natalia turned to Katie. "Let's go," she said, standing up quickly. She needed to get out as soon as possible. Eric picked her up in his arms, stunning Natalia. "We'll be right back, enjoy my club while we talk privately," he told Katie to excuse them. With a flash, they were in his office. He set her on the couch. "What the fuck?" she said with aggravation, standing up angrily. He stood in front of the door. "If your going to rape me, I swear," she balled up her fist. "I know serious Karate," she lied, trying to sound bold. "What are you?" he said, gazing into her eyes, hearing nothing coming from her mouth. "I'm a girl that would like to go home." He ignored her arrogance. Gripping her throat gently, he swiftly pushed her back to the door, showing his inferior position and strength. She flinched, trembling with fear. "He's going to kill me," Fearful thoughts raced through her mind. "What are you?" he asked again through clenched teeth. He had to know. "I don't know what you mean! I'm me, I'm Natalia, I'm a waitress," she said with frustration, keeping her voice steady, trying to muster no fear.
"Why did my glamor not work?" he said flatly. "I don't know!" she rolled her eyes. She was scared and confused and had no idea what was happening. Nor did she want to find out. His fang's slid out with a pop. She trembled under his grip. "What... Why are your... teeth... out?" her voice started to pick up the trail of panic. He leaned in, smelling her. His eyes rolled back into his head as if he was having immense pleasure just by taking in her aroma. Suddenly, he thrust his fangs into the pulsating vein that beat in his ears. He slurped the blood from the wound. Natalia let out a scream. He sucked hard, feelig her heart rate slow. She felt dizzy. Her head throbbed. "Please.." she whispered. Sucking harder, draining her. He knew at this rate, she would die. But he could not stop. Her blood was intoxicating. It overwhelmed him. She hit his shoulder as hard as she could, feeling her weak hand ache. It was like pounding stone, his body was so hard. Suddenly, Natalia's mind went blank as a clean slate as she fell unconscious.