A/N: Hey everyone! This fanfic came out of nowhere...I just started reading fanfiction this summer and fell in love with it! After some time, I thought I would give it a go...and so here it is :) This is my first fanfiction and I want to take a minute to thank everyone who read this and gave me feedback, including the WONDERFUL and INCOMPRABLE Missus T (one of my favorite writers on here! Check out her stories please...you won't be sorry!) Any mistakes still left are my own, and I hope you enjoy this!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters :) All credit goes to Charlaine Harris!

Chapter 1

Sheppard of Judea, I can't believe I am doing this. I guess after the past few months that I've had, I shouldn't be so surprised. Sam closed Merlotte's two months ago, so he could move back to Texas to take care of his mom. I can't blame him for doing it, cause that's just the kind of guy Sam is. I would have done the same thing for Gran, and maybe even Jason if it came down to it. Unfortunately, his decision left me out of a job.

Soon after Sam left, Gran had a heart attack. She nearly died, but she somehow has made a full recovery. With my lack of employment and Jason's...lack of help….the bills have been piling up and I need to find a job fast. At first, I didn't want another bar job, so I applied at the library and a few office jobs. Unfortunately, they couldn't look past the fact that I only have a high school diploma.

So here I am…applying for bar jobs again. The one that I am interviewing for today is especially undesirable… who wants to work at a bar called Fangtasia? The Northman siblings, Eric and Pam, decided to open their bar in Shreveport after those stupid Twilight movies and all that other vampire stuff came out. Now, I like steamy romance novels and my fair share of smut, but those Twilight books were just stupid and the whole vampire genre follows suit as well. Come on, real vampires don't sparkle. Real vampires are terrifying and Gothic and dark…they don't sparkle and have oversensitive emotions. Plus I hear the owners are stuck-up, spoiled rich kids who are just out to make more money. Oh well, a job is a job…and at this point, I don't have the time to be picky.

On my way to Shreveport, I recall the last time that I made this drive. I had been out babysitting as a favor to my former co-worker Arlene, when I received a rushed phone call from Detective Andy Bellefleur about Gran. She had been walking from church to meet some of her friends for lunch at one of the small restaurants in the town square. Between church and the square, she collapsed. I thank God every day that Andy had coincidentally been driving by just as she fell because if he hadn't, she may not be here today.

After I got that call, I quickly dropped the kids off with Arlene at her new job (waitressing at a bar called Hooligan's). From there I booked it to the Shreveport hospital-my poor old car was rattling the whole way there. To this day, seeing my Gran hooked up to all those machines has been the scariest sight of my whole life. Of course, she had on one of those million dollar smiles of hers when she saw my face…even after everything she had just been through, she was so optimistic. I hope someday I can be as strong as her. I don't know what I would do without her, especially since she's the only family I have besides Jason. Not only is she my grandmother, but since age seven she's been my mom, my dad, and one of my best friends. Losing her will be like losing my parents, all those years ago.

Of course, the stroll down memory lane has taken over the rest of my drive and before I realize it, I am in Fangtasia's parking lot. The building itself is nothing special from the outside. It's just a modern style windowless building, painted a dark grey with a big neon sign with "Fangtasia" in a scripted font near to the front door. As I sit in my beat up car, half of me wants to just turn the key in the ignition and go find a job in some place, I don't know…normal. The other half of me is intrigued at the adventure working here could bring… I've always been game for new things, so I decide to give it a chance.

As soon as I enter the bar, my eyes go straight to him. I had heard Eric Northman was gorgeous, but nothing could prepare me for seeing him in real life. He has long blond hair tied back in a ponytail, which I usually find unattractive in a guy, but he pulls it off with such confidence that I can't help but stare. He is leaning up against the bar, talking to someone on the phone about what sounded like an important business, which gives me more time to admire him. He is casually dressed in a pair of dark washed jeans and a tight black t-shirt that really leaves nothing to the imagination. From the way he's leaning on his elbows, I can tell he's a very tall man. He reminds me of one of those Viking characters in those big action movies Jason likes so much.

While I am imagining him dressed as a Viking coming to pillage my village, it seems his business call has ended and I'm drawn out of my daydream by a curt clearing of his throat.

"How may I help you?", he asks.

"My name is Sookie Stackhouse, Mr. Northman. I believe I have an interview for a waitressing position today", I answer.

He motions for me to sit at one of the bar tables. Leading me there, he gives me an opportunity to marvel at his lovely behind, which appears to have been chiseled by God himself. I keep reminding myself that he's an arrogant and spoiled jerk, but it is really hard to think badly of him when he's looking this delicious. We sit down opposite of each other, and he takes a few moments before he speaks.

"Well Miss Stackhouse, I looked over your resume and it seems you have the right qualifications for the job. You certainly have experience serving in a bar, and this Sam Merlotte character gave you a glowing recommendation. The real reason I asked you to come in, before I could offer you a job, was to make sure you fit the look that my sister and I are attempting to give this club" he says as he gives me the once over, "and I believe you'll do."

After those words come out of his mouth, I am about to give him a piece of the famous Stackhouse temper. I know I'm not exactly in top model shape, but that doesn't mean I need to be judged and objectified like a piece of meat. Sam ran his bar with class, and any man that stepped out of line was given a stern talking-to or thrown out. After the wave of anger rolls through, I realize I am glad he said it. I do not need to be ogling and fantasizing about my new boss. Now I can look at him for the bastard he is and focus on what is important: my job.

He goes on, saying, "Now, we have a strict dress code. As you know, this club is vampire-themed, and you are expected to keep up this façade. We have fangs for you to wear, and no, they are not like those silly fang sets that children wear for Halloween. They are professionally made by a Hollywood prop studio and therefore very expensive, so please try not to break them. We'll have one of the prop men take a mold of your mouth when you come back in a couple days for an employee meeting. You are also expected to dress the part as well. We're going for the dangerous, Gothic-type look, which means a gratuitous amount of black. This also is a club Miss Stackhouse, and so your clothing is expected to be a bit…racy. I will have Pam take you and some of the other girls shopping for the proper attire after the meeting. The expenses will be covered by us of course, as it is seen as a business expenditure. Are you willing to do all of this?"

I have to think about it for a little while after he asks. I mean, my Gran raised me as a true Southern woman. I am expected to be conservative and cover certain areas, and I am just not sure I can completely throw all those morals out the window just for a job in a stupid vampire bar with a dick as a boss. However, just as Gran's morals come to mind, so does the woman herself. She is my responsibility just as I was hers and I have to take care of her. Though she may not be happy at what this job makes me do, this is a job and there are bills that need to be paid. Almost reluctantly, I answer, "Yes Mr. Northman. When is the employee meeting?"

"On Thursday at 2 PM. We open a week from Friday and I hope that in addition to Thursday's meeting, you and the other waitresses will help with the last minute details."

Great, that means I only have two days to get my head around working in a faux vampire bar. He looks at me as if he knows that I can't say no to his request, and of course I can't. It's against my upbringing to say no to those who need help, especially since it's my job. After I nod, he responds, "Good. Thank you for coming in today Miss Stackhouse. I'll see you at the meeting on Thursday. You are free to go."

And like that, he goes back to his Blackberry and I become invisible. I would really like nothing more that to slap that man's beautiful face, but that would be in poor taste since he's now my boss; instead, with what dignity I have left, I get up from the stool and walk towards the exit. I wait until I am in my car to let out a frustrated sigh. With a boss who looks like a modern day Adonis and the attitude of a modern day Narcissus, this job wasn't going to be a cake walk.

A/N: Let me know what you guys think :) Any and all comments are appreciated!