Why I started another story while working on my first ever fanfic is beyond me. But, this came to me and it wouldn't leave me alone. I didn't really know what genre to put it under...so suggestions would be appreciated! I accept all criticisms, and while I don't encourage you to be harsh, I just want to improve my writing, so let me have it. All mistakes are my fault, and I don't know when I'm going to be updating or even if I will, that's up to responses. So thanks for reading and reviewing!

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I pinched the bridge of my nose. Irritation ran through me in constant waves adding to the week's frustration. If Longshadow hadn't been embezzling money from my bar, I wouldn't have had to kick his ass to the curb and start searching for a new bartender. I groaned thinking of the applicants I had interviewed so far. One was dressed like he was going to a funeral and didn't even know how to make a screwdriver; the second was hardly dressed at all. Her explanation being that her beauty would "entertain the customers and make the boss happy." Yeah, if the boss wanted every disease known to mankind. I had almost slammed my head on the table when a man named Claude walked in asking if he was allowed to strip on the bar when he was on breaks. Really?

"Pamela!" I hollered for my second in command. She had been through everything with me and if she wasn't lesbian, I'd marry her. I trust her with my bar, and therefore my life. But right now, I wanted to rip her hair out. Could she not find a competent person to make drinks?

"You rang, sir?" My best friend bowed in a snide way. Always with the jokes. Pam's blonde hair was tied in a high pony tail, making her look like Barbie in a pink jumpsuit. Her blue eyes matched mine, but I could only see boredom expressed from Pam's.

"How hard is it to find a decent bartender? I swear the last two were going to take off their clothes and ask me to fuck them right here as a part of their interview." I pushed my fingers through my hair, effectively messing up the top of my long braid.

"You haven't even been through all of our lovely applicants yet," she smirked at me. "And if you call me Pamela again, I will only send the bad ones back. Oh, I call dibs on the next one."

As she started to walk out I yelled to her back, "I'm the boss. I decide who gets dibs, Pamela." I chuckled as she flipped me off.

I began rubbing my temples when I heard the door open.

"Please take a seat." All the energy for this endeavor left with Claude and his tassels. When I opened my eyes, I felt energy in a completely surprising place. Sitting in front of me was a goddess. She wore a plain black tank top and jean cut offs. Her tan contrasted beautifully with waves of blonde gold hair. She was curvy in all the right places, but there wasn't an ounce of fat that shouldn't have been there. When I finally reached her face, I couldn't stop staring at her lips. Those full luscious lips wrapped around – what the hell as I doing? I had never been this affected by a woman before, and I am definitely not a shy man.

Suddenly a paper was thrust in front me, snapping me out of my musings. "This is for when you're done staring at my breasts." Her breasts. I hadn't even gotten there yet. I looked into dark brown eyes and I gulped, she was going to ignite a fire with the irritated glare she was giving me.

I stuck my hand out, "I'm Eric Northman, owner of Fangtasia."

She stared at my hand, and then looked back at my eyes. "Sookie."

Well this isn't how I wanted my first meeting with this beauty going. I wanted to throw her down and fuck her senseless, not make her want to kill me with her resume. I looked it over, Susannah Stackhouse. Yes, Sookie seemed to fit this angry figure in front of me much better than Susannah. I could see she was more than qualified having been bartending for the past seven years. Her bachelor's in business showed she had more intelligence than all the idiots I had interview earlier put together. When I reached the end of her resume, I couldn't contain my chuckle as I saw "Bouncer" as one of her occupations.

"How tall are you, Sookie?"

Her eyes narrowed at my question, "Around 5'2". Why?"

She appeared so little and fragile, "But you were a bouncer."

Sookie stood up and glared down at me, "Look, I don't presume to act like I know everything about you by what I have heard from people who visit your bar. So don't assume to know me by how small I am. You seem to treat Pam equally. How'd she get to that point, sleep with you? Or do I have to be a lesbian too? Damn I just want to be a bartender. And I'm good too. Fucking men." She ripped the resume from my hands and slammed the door on her way out.

What the fuck just happened? My mouth was still hanging open when Pam barged in. "What the hell Eric! She was perfect. I thought you didn't want some whore or stripper? I swear I thought she was going to rip Alcide's balls off for asking if she was okay. It's almost opening time, you run the bar until you find a good bartender." She was still muttering curses on her way out.

I slammed my head on my desk. Jesus, I asked her a question. Was it that bad? Or maybe she was a pissy woman. And why was Pam so invested in her? I shoved away from my desk and strode to the bar. Damn infuriating, disrespectful, hot, alluring…I huffed as I once again became excited. I furiously began scrubbing down the bar and putting things in order while trying to think about old wrinkly men. After awhile I became aware of everyone in the bar giving me odd looks. My glare got them back to work. Pam came back into the bar dressed in dark jeans, stilettos, a red corset, and her hair was down. Even when we were fighting, she was always ready for work.

"Pam," she flipped me off and kept walking. I rolled my eyes at her childishness.

Alcide, our bouncer walked up to the bar. He was almost the same height as me at 6', black curly hair, muscles, and green eyes. He wasn't Eric Northman, but I heard he kept the women happy.

"Boss, what'd you do to Sookie?"

My eyes snapped to his, "You know her?"

"I know she used to work at Quinn's bar downtown. Her and Pam went through some shit together there awhile back. I don't know, they wouldn't get into it earlier, but apparently the girl's important to Pam."

Why had I never heard of this? I thought Pam and I told each other everything. This Sookie Stackhouse, there was something about her that had everyone drooling. Including me.

"So if you aren't interested in her…" Alcide trailed off looking at me expectantly.

"Did it look like she wanted anything to do with me? Go stand at your point, Alcide. It's time for work and I don't want to talk about the bitch anymore."

"Asshat. I'm opening the doors." Pam breezed by me, "And the bitch is coming by to pick something up so if you could control your chauvinistic tendencies for one night, that'd be fantastic."

Business was going really well. I couldn't help but notice that our sales had increased because I was working the bar. I had already received many propositions already and we had only been open a couple hours. Pam was still treating me like I ruined her shoe collection, but she'd come around. I had yet to see Sookie, and I secretly hoped she wouldn't show up so I wouldn't have to deal with little Eric for the third time that day.

Unfortunately, that dream was cut short as I noticed Alcide walking Sookie up to Pam with his hand on her back. I gritted my teeth, I had said implied I wasn't interested in her, didn't I?

"Hey man, what about my drink" I realized I had forgotten about the customers. Sookie became a faraway thought and I was soon swept up in the fast paced environment of serving people their drinks.

A couple hours later, Clancy came to temporarily relieve me so I could use the bathroom. I didn't want to be gone long because I knew he would end up breaking things or becoming flustered if left alone for long periods of time. On my way out the bathroom I noticed Sookie hugging Pam at the exit of the door. Alcide was there too, and I couldn't help but want to walk over and punch him in the face when Sookie wrote something on his arm and smiled at him before leaving. That was it. I was determined to get to the bottom of this girl.

"Clancy, man the bar. I'll be right back." I shouted at him. I swear I heard him whimper as I walked by, but I didn't give a shit at this moment.

When I finally made it to the parking lot, I became absolutely furious.