Autors Note: The only character that belongs to me is Serena! The rest belong to Charlaine Harris! This is my first fanfic ever, and I want to see if Im any good at writing them. I would like reviews, good or bad (if bad try not to be too harsh), thanx:)

****Serena Point of View****

"Serena!" I turned at hearing my name. "Room 213." I nodded and stood from were I had been sitting and made my way to the elevator. The doors opened and Kelly walked out. We exchanged our usual, "Hi," that was the entirety of our short conversations. I pressed the button that would take me to the 21st floor and leaned up against the railing as the doors clicked shut. I closed my eyes and again wondered what I was doing with my life; it was obvious that I wasn't like the other girls that worked here. They went out of their way to remind me of that much. Hell, I knew I didn't belong here. Working at one of the most prestigious hotels in the country, as an over paid "fang-banger" as some like to call it. It's not what you think though, I'm not one of those pathetic whores. I don't have sex with the men, and sometimes to my displeasure women, who pay for my services. I am simply a source of blood to those who don't wish to drink the artificial stuff. The other girls aren't so classy when it comes to there services, they work here because they get to have sex with the vampires that they are suppose to be nourishing. I however took this job because it paid extremely well and I was in desperate need of money. That being the case I still take my job very seriously. A lot of people look down on my line of work, but I guess that's normal.

I was jarred from my thoughts as the elevator dinged, indicating that I had reached my destination. I walked down the hall until I was at room 213. I inhaled and slowly let the air out. I brought my fist up and knocked once. I didn't have to wait long, the door opened swiftly to reveal my client. He was gorgeous, I had seen a lot of vampires since working here and though many of them are quit good looking none compared to the God standing in front of me. He was tall, over six feet no problem. He didn't have a shirt on and I couldn't help but stare. His abs were perfect, no flaw could be found, and he knew it. Crap! I'm stilling staring he must think I'm some kind of idiot! There goes my tip. I slowly moved my eyes up to his face. I found myself staring into icy blue eyes that I could most definitely get lost in, I couldn't help but gasp. His face was, if possible just as perfect as his body, his cheek bones were just right and he had a deftly sculpted nose and chin. His hair was a golden blonde that was slicked back, I just wanted to run my fingers through it to see if it was as silky as it looked. I just keep staring I couldn't stop, it was like there was a force keeping me rooted to the spot and it seemed as if time had stopped completely. It seemed like an eternity one where we stood there and looked at each other, until I blinked.

"Hello, my name is Serena and I will be serving you, Mr….."

"Northman."