Smoke curled gently around my hand as I lit my first cigarette of the night. I gently inhaled the carcinogen and tobacco filled cloud and blew it out of my nose. I knew that with that single breath I had half of the male attention in this bar.
No it's not arrogance, I just know. I can feel their eyes, I can taste their lust. I took another drag and let a small smirk lift the corners of my mouth.
My younger "sister" would have a conniption if she could see me.
"Smoking will kill you!" she would shout at me, a fiery glare filling her jade green eyes.
I would simply smirk and reply with my trademark nonchalance, "Oh Lile luv, you know we cannot die."
That would infuriate her even more. She hates it when I call her Lile, claiming she has no affinity with the delicate, pure blossom. Oh but she does, more than she will ever admit.
Speaking of delicate lilies…
"Hey I'm Sookie and I'll be your server tonight…I don't think I've ever seen you around Bon Temps before are you new?"
So this was the girl. The girl all this fuss was about. I gave her a deliberate looking over and had to smile. She was petite yet curvy with wide guileless brown eyes, long blonde hair, tan skin, and a sweet smile. I felt her probing my thoughts with her telepathy and let her hear some mundane thoughts about my nonexistent laundry list.
I gave her a wide smile, the one I knew she would feel all the way between her thighs regardless of her sexual preferences. "I am actually. I'm passing through on business."
Her blush at my voice was adorable. This girl, Sookie Stackhouse, was as straight as a line but few have ever been able to resist my voice. Something about low husky tones thick with an Irish accent send mortals into a frenzy of arousal.
"Huh," she said quickly trying to cover up the awkward pause, "And what sort of business are you here on Miss…"
"Ana," I replied smiling a dimmer but no less potent smile, "Please call me Ana. And I'm here on…mixed business."
She nodded and I placed my order and watched as she walked away. As she walked away I studied her more closely. She was Fintan's kin. Granddaughter of the woman whom he'd seduced years before. Her very skin shimmered with that magic that filled our kind. It made her more attractive to the magical creatures of this world, commonly known as "Supes", but more importantly to me it made her fascinating for one particular vampire.
As though drawn here by my thoughts of him a tall, blond, strikingly handsome vampire walked into the bar. The very air seemed to still around the ancient creature as he took in his surroundings.
I had to swallow a small chuckle. My little Viking was always on alert, so careful with his surroundings. It was a shame the things that could truly hurt him were too powerful for him to sense with his relatively weak magic.
Don't get me wrong, a thousand year old vampire is a formidable opponent but still…too weak to be seen as a real challenge for any of my kind.
Almost as if compelled by some magnetic force Eric made his way over to the half-blood, Sookie. Interesting. The two of them seemed to be engaged in a rather intense conversation. Fortunately for me I could read lips, even from this great distance.
"What are you doing here Eric? I'm working! Go away."
"Always a pleasure Miss Stackhouse."
"Go away!"
"I need to talk to you."
"Why so you can trick me into drinking more of your blood?"
So Eric had gotten the little one to drink from him…very interesting.
"It has to do with Bill."
I saw her still and tasted the mishmash of emotions the vied for use. Anger, fear, distrust, worry, doubt, and…lust? I chuckled softly. Oh my, my, my, what a tangled web these two were weaving themselves into.
"Is he alright? I haven't seen in a few days. I know he was real broken up about Jessica's death."
"…I would prefer we discuss this someplace less…public."
"Dammit Eric I'm working! I've already missed enough work due to your vampire shit!"
"You were well compensated."
Sookie gasped in indignation as I let out a breathy laugh. I was glad Eric had not lost his sense of humor but I was fairly certain Miss Stackhouse would slap him if he didn't reign himself in a little.
Sure enough not two seconds later a resounding CRACK filled the bar. Sookie stared in amazement as though she couldn't believe what she'd done while Eric merely looked…oh yes. I remember now. Eric looked like he was torn between amusement and intense arousal. His blue eyes were filled with heat and I could see the tips of his fangs protruding from under his upper lip.
The shifter who owns the bar stepped in at that moment, placing a protective arm around Sookie. They started into another conversation but I quickly lost interest. A rather disturbing emotion caught my attention.
Rage, excitement, bloodlust, blind hatred, as well as greed pervaded my senses but it allowed me to react faster than any of them.
The Were entered the bar with quiet assurance and with speed that at other time would've disturbed me pounced at Sookie. I intercepted him and quickly slammed him into the old jukebox. Oh well I hated the music it was playing anyways.
Before I could blink the damned beast was on top of me, snarling rather viciously. I'm sure it was comical to the locals. The shifter was cursing and noise was coming from the kitchen but I didn't pay attention to it. My focus was on the man trying to bite my neck in half.
Truth be told I could've killed the man in a mere seconds but where's the fun in that? Besides I didn't want to reveal too much of myself to this town. I knew Maryanne had stopped by and I wasn't sure how open they would be to more magical creatures.
"Go to Hell bitch," the Were snarled at me kneeing my stomach.
I rolled my eyes, oh so original. The bastard flung me across the room and I landed rather painfully on a table. I felt a piece of a beer bottle slide into my side and hissed. God dammit I liked this shirt!
Fortunately there was one of those large platter things the waitresses of this establishment used to carry food and drinks to the tables by my arm. I picked it up and slammed it as hard as I could into the wolf's face. The man staggered and I pounced. Kicking him in the back I sent him down to his knees, kneeled on his back and twisted his neck to the right with enough force to break it.
The Were was dead.
I got up slowly, as to not scare the mortals who had watched with a mixture of shock and fear, and pulled the piece of glass from my side. I quickly willed my blood from its naturally silvery-blue color to the normal, mortal red.
I felt dozens of pairs of eyes on me but only one mattered. One hundred and twenty years had passed since we'd seen one another. I felt my smirk fall into place as I slowly turned to face Eric Northman.
"Hello Eric."
AN: Hello there. First and foremost this is the first time I've written a story in first person; I'm normally a third person kinda gal. Anyways this story will be told mostly from the perspective of my OC but don't panic I'm adding in Eric and Sookie POV too and maybe some other characters. Let me know if there's someone's perspective you really want, this is mostly a way for me to experiment with character voices. The premise of this story is my version of Season 3 with my own original character added in mix. Yes I've read all the books, yes I watch the show and I'll try to blend the two stories together the best that I can. THIS IS NOT AN ERIC/OC STORY! Just want to be clear on that point. I'm a big EricxSookie lover so that's the couple I'll be shipping but don't worry I'm going to be as fair to Bill as I can be. I don't really like stories that do OOC things just to make a bad guy. This story does not have a beta and I'm terrible at grammar so please let me know. I love reviews and feedback but I will not respond to rudeness. If you have a problem with my story let me know in a constructive way so that I can fix it. Anyways I think that's everything thank you for putting up with this absurdly long Author's Note and please let me know what you all think of this! Peace.