You know, it's funny-
-I had owned the first season of True Blood for a good year or so before I had finally decided to pop it in and watch it. I had seen one or two episodes beforehand (completely out of order mind you) and that lame perception of it had killed the show for me (or so I thought). My boyfriend watched the show and convinced me that I should watch it with him because all of his shows are dead and he wants some 'bonding' time with me... Lame!
Anyway, I gave it a chance and now I have to admittingly say that I'm hooked. I love this show-everything about it. It's great and amazing and now that the season is over, I'm stuck sitting in anticipation and writing fanfiction.
Kinda like I do with all my dead/currently off the air shows.
The point is that this is the end result of my boredom. Before we get too far into it though, let's get a few things straight...
1. I don't do pairings: Unless the people are already together, I don't see the point in making surprises. Basically, if they're together in the show, they're together in this fic.
2. Rated 'T' for Totally Super!: The actual show is like... the 'R' version of television. If you get offended by anything in here, you shouldn't be watching True Blood. However, if things get too heated, I'll gladly change the rating.
3. Sookie is annoying as hell: It's true. Don't argue with me. I look forward to her "it's-never-going-to-happen-death" every episode. My (totally accurate) opinion of her will not effect her character in this fic. In other words, I won't make her a blubbering chimpanzee.
4. Tara is annoying as hell: (See 3).
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the storyline that is the awesomeness of True Blood. If I did... Sookie would be dead and Bill wouldn't be so stuck up her ass. (This disclaimer goes for the rest of the chapters in this story).
Enjoy.
Fangtasia was thriving; crawling with fangbangers and curious tourists dancing to unnecessarily loud music and drinking excessively. It wasn't unusual for a Friday night, but Pam was already irritated earlier that evening and the obnoxious thumping of music and pestering of humans was starting to drive her up a wall. Eric had offered to close up early and let her relax, but she didn't want to spoil everyone else's fun simply because she couldn't get a grip on her emotions.
Truth be told, she hadn't felt like herself for a while now. She was happy with everything and content with her life, but there was a small longing for something more. That small longing slowly grew into a much bigger loneliness and eventually, much to her dismay, Eric began to notice. Thus, leading to his offer to close down the bar and let Pam have some 'Pam-time'.
But 'Pam-time' wasn't going to fix anything. So instead, she convinced her maker that all she really needed was a little fresh air, and it was nothing bouncer duty couldn't cover.
Bouncer duty wasn't doing shit. If anything, it had made her mood slightly worse. The only plus side to the job was that Eric couldn't see her, meaning he couldn't ask her what was wrong; leaving her to take her irritation out on the group of kids that were trying to convince her that their IDs were, in fact, real and if she didn't believe them they would gladly show her a "good" time.
One kid in particular was pushing his limit. Like most fangbangers, he was overly dressed in goth-gear with a wacky, spiky haircut and a ridiculous amount of chains and piercings. Pam always wondered what possessed humans to think that vampires were into that kind of stuff. She preferred cute, blonde, and petite herself, and she knew Eric liked about the same. And yet, every night people would approach her and Eric decked out in a cheap Halloween costume and try to seduce them.
Idiots.
"Please," the kid was begging now. "You gotta let us in. We won't drink or nothing, promise! You just don't understand! I—"
"No, I don't think you understand," Pam interrupted; her patience gone. Thinking back on poor decisions, Chow should probably have played bouncer tonight. "The law is still the law. No minors. Now beat it, you're holding up the line." The trio scoffed and tried to plea with her again, but Pam was through with explanations and excuses. Angrily and with fangs exposed, she hissed; finally frightening away the youth, but drawing attention to the small group that was next in line.
Great… round two. She bitterly thought, not bothering to retract her fangs.
"Whoa, that was sick, vampire-lady!" Pam rolled her eyes.
"ID," she snapped, disregarding his enthusiasm. "And for the love of god, please be legal."
"Ouch, chill, lady," the man said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his driver's license. The couple behind him mimicked his actions, allowing Pam to quickly check their ages and let them in with little to no interaction. She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she watched them walk past her. They kept their heads low; bowing down in a poor attempt to escape her gaze: fear evident on their faces.
She exhaled dramatically and turned around only to jump back in surprise at the face that was mere inches from her own. Pam instinctively shoved the frail man, sending him airborne a good ten feet before he finally collided into his friends; ultimately ending up on the ground.
The vampire blinked before realization dawned on her and she quickly fell back into her personality.
"I would strongly recommend not doing that," she stated coldly, crossing her arms and raising a brow. It was a group of four, all males, and completely varying in ages. She took a sniff and recoiled in disguest before quickly labeling them: The fat one, the twitchy one, the oldest one, and the boney one—she had a feeling they weren't going to be going anywhere anytime soon.
The oldest one grinned and walked up to her as the rest of the group picked the boney one up off the gravel. The remaining three gave her an unpleasant glare.
"Our apologizes, beautiful," he coolly stated, although he did seem slightly bitter about the whole ordeal. "It wasn't very smart on his part. I'll admit that."
"No, it really wasn't," she licked her left fang. "I.D."
"You're so beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?" He tried to stroke her face, but she swatted his hand away.
"I may have heard it once or twice within my lifetime," her usual sarcasm seeped through her words: powered by her current attitude.
"And what a lifetime it must have been," He trailed off and licked his lips, eyeing her hungrily. "You deserve to hear it every day. You are beautiful."
The group behind him snickered as if they were in on some kind of joke. Pam swallowed in slight nervousness as she began to feel slightly uncomfortable. She was beginning to regret wearing her skin-tight, deep-V leather dress and hooker-looking boots.
"I-ID," What the hell? She's stuttering now? Pam does not stutter—especially not because of some human.
"Oh, why would we go in there when the show's out here?"
"Mmmm, I appreciate the gratitude, but I don't sway that way," she was surprised at the sound of her voice. Despite the growing itch of awkwardness, she still sounded like her bold, confident self. Theoretically, she could (if she really wanted to) rip these four apart. That fact was a strong enough reason to not particularly care what these idiots had in mind.
The man's eyes widened in pleasure at her response.
"You're gay?" He glanced behind him and smirked at the three. They chuckled and jumped in excitement. "Well, that's even better! You're just getting more and more beautiful by the second."
Pam had an odd feeling that their definition of beautiful was slightly different compared to the rest of the sane community. She blinked and shook her head to try to stop her wandering thoughts of what exactly these four kept snickering about.
"If you guys aren't coming inside, then beat it. I've got a job to do."
The older one grinned again, showing off smoke-stained teeth.
"Your maker, he owns this bar, right?" Pam snarled.
"What's it to you?"
"Just curious, I suppose."
"Get lost. You're holding up the line," she waved her hand dismissing the four. It was a poor excuse considering there was absolutely no one in the parking lot aside from the five of them, but there was a slight tension in the air that was making the vampire uneasy. She wanted them to leave.
"Aren't you going to answer my question?"
"Aren't you going to get off my property?"
"Your property?" The man grinned. "So you own this bar, Beautiful?"
The side of Pam's mouth twitched in annoyance.
"Eric and I both own it. Why are you so—"
"Eric, huh? How old is he? Four… five hundred years? I heard he was an old vampire," the group behind him leaned in closer as if this was the question they had been waiting for all night. Pam frowned and silently refused to give them the satisfaction.
"If I see you inside, I'm kicking you out," she turned to walk back into Fangtasia.
"Awww, come on, Beautiful! I didn't mean anything by it. Don't be such a drag," he grabbed her shoulder and attempted to pull her back outside. In a flash, she spun around and hissed; reminding the group of a vampire's possible viciousness.
The man instantly let her go. The rest of his movements were slow and cautious. They reminded Pam of what someone would do to a wounded or frightened animal in a way of showing her he meant her no harm. Pam raised an eyebrow, still irritated, but she relaxed slightly.
She looked at the man again, this time with intensity. Her eyes locked on to his as she channeled her energy into him. He eased out of his cautious posture and lamely smiled.
"What are you doing here?" Her voice was entrancing and strong. Like a spell that engulfed and manipulated his mind. It made the man want to answer the question. He had to, she wanted him to. Nothing in that moment mattered. Nothing, but Pam, existed.
"We came here to—"
Before he could fully answer, the fat one in the group had caught on to what she was doing. Out of nowhere, a small silver necklace chain flew out of his hands and straight onto Pam's face. The vampire's spell was instantly broken and she pulled the thin jewelry off her cheek, shrieking at the suddenness of it. It was too small to do any real harm, and she healed almost instantly, but the action itself was enough to elevate her anger.
"Don't glamour him," the pudgy man had the nerve to say. "Our business is our own."
"Then you can take your business…" All attention shifted to the door as the 6'4" blond Viking causally walked out of the frame. "…And go elsewhere with it."
"We have every right to be here," the fat one defended, although his confidence was quickly fading as reality began to take over.
"Not if you're going around throwing silver onto my employees. You're lucky I don't—"
"What? Call the cops?" Eric's eyes darted from the chubby man to the leader. He hated being interrupted, and Pam knew he was irriated, but her maker still held his cool attitude. He towered over all four men and growled.
It was clear they were intimidated, and the tension that was between Pam and the group skyrocketed, but it felt good being on the other side of the power scale. Pam felt her confidence returning as her maker spoke up again, this time with authority in his voice.
"If I see you around here again, if I smell your presence anywhere near my facility, or if Pam here tells me you're giving her trouble again… the police will be the least of your worries." He turned on his heel and began walking towards the door, stopping only when he was level with Pam. He wasn't facing the group, so the blonde was the only one who saw the grin planted on his face.
"I can't believe you let them get to you," he teased in Swedish. Pam blinked.
"I had it under control," she defended, although she wasn't entirely sure she believed it herself. She was silently thankful he had stepped in, although she would never voice that one aloud. Eric chuckled and walked back inside.
"Goodnight, Beautiful!" The oldest of the group shouted after her. "You'll see us again. We promise!" The four snickered before they left and Pam felt relief overtake her. Slightly shaking from the aftermath, she slowly backed up into Fangtasia.
Suddenly, the company of fangbangers and tourists felt a little more welcoming than it did about an hour ago.
I apologize for any spelling/gramatical/crappy-story-ness you may have run into while reading this fic. Consider this a prologue that will soon turn into some crazy stuff.
Until the craziness in a chapter or two starts, I'll hear from you later-
-Redd