I hope you enjoy my story ive really worked hard on it. I dont own anything apart from the charater ashleigh XD all other charaters, places and stuff belong to the righful owners :) also sorry if my grammer isnt that good, i am alot youger than what you prob think from my writing XD
Ashleigh POV
"Hey I'll have a warm true blood, O negative, darling" said the disgusting excuse of a man standing in front of me. Sure pretend you're a vampire all you want; I see though your disguise.
Maybe if I drink this shit I could finally get some tail around here
"Ha as if!" I chuckled as I popped the cap off the bottle and pushed it in front of the old geezer. He looked up at me with a confused cross between his eyes. Almost as if to say did I just hear what I thought I heard?
"What did you say doll face?" Oh I'll give you doll face buddy! This guy was some piece of work. I doubt Gok Qwan could make him even remotely likeable. He must have been in his late thirties, trying to pull of glam Goth. Twat.
"Nothing sir" I replied batting my eyelashes at him. I started to have a rake in the cupboards for some dirty cups to clean, anything to stop me from whacking this guy.
Oh this girl has got one hell of a rack on her. I know where I'd like to take her, for a ride on my huge.
"NOT IN A MILLION YEARS!" I growled at the man. I would rather hang myself than hear the end of that sentence.
"WHAT!" he gasps nearly falling of his bar stool.
"YEA THAT'S RIGHT I HEARD YOU!" I hissed at him exposing my fangs "NOW BEAT IT!" I said flicking my head in the direction of the door. The man jumped nearly 10foot in the air and slammed money down on the counter, he headed for the door pushing and bumping into other customers on the way out. That was satisfying. I was glowing with pride at that moment until a stone cold white hand slammed itself down on my shoulder. This sent a chill down my spine. I didn't need to look to know who it was.
"That's 7 customers this week Ashleigh! That's no way to run a bar" shouted Pam as she eyed me suspiciously. It's not my fault I can hear every thought of every tom dick and harry that enters this dam bar. Not that this was Pam's problem that I'm too stubborn and strong minded. I'm sure I wouldn't have a problem with the occasional jerk off that enters this bar except there's one problem, there all right proper jerk offs. You can't expect anything less, most of the humans that come into this bar are only thinking about one thing... sex, sex and oh yea more sex. God if I never have sex I wouldn't care, I've heard enough raunchy things to last a life time. Six years ago the human sexual fantasy was to have a threesome now ever since the vampires, as the expression goes "came out the coffin" its sex with vampires everybody wants. Though back to reality, if you can really call it that.
"I'm sorry Pam; I should have had better control of my emotions" I always had to talk like a good obedient robot around Pam at work. Pam off time was a really lovely woman. At work she looks like Vampira but I've seen her after work, she looks like my aunt Sue. She favours her pastel colours and an assortment of pinks and I can see why. She really is beautiful. She usually speaks so sweetly but during work with lots of Fangbangers and tourists gawking and taking stupid photos of her (mainly to see if she would even show up in them) her voice was laced with contempt. If I didn't already know Pam's age I would have said she was a soccer mum before part two of her immediate career. I guess you could say Pam is my supervisor. But then again maybe I should explain who I am before I get into detail about my co-workers.
I'm Ashleigh, I'm 21 going on 22 and I work as a bartender in a vampire bar called Fangtasia. I'm originally from Scotland but I came over for school about 3 years ago. One year later I moved here permanently after I heard of my parent's death in a car accident. I couldn't be in the country after what had happened to them. Drunk driver caused them to crash. I now live with my roommate Karen; she's been my best friend since back in my teen years. We came to Shreveport together on a journalism scholarship. Karen is very small like 5.4ft with shoulder length hair. She has very thick red/brown hair. Her skin is pale but she has a lovely complexion, Karen only ever wears make-up on special days. Not that she ever really needed it. To describe myself I'm about 5.6ft with shoulder length dark brown hair and green eyes. I wear my hair straight with a sort of messy look but luckily I can pull it off. I have pale white skin. My body type is curvy but I'm slender so it evens out I guess. I have a sort of girl next door look, not to sexy and in your face but I'm no nun. I guess to quote the sleaze ball that came in earlier I've got "one hell of a rack". I'm really confident with myself and with my body. I've never hoped out the shower and hated what I saw which isn't the same for most girls. I'm strong minded and I can talk to anybody about anything. I'm a telepath and I am also 100% human. Sadly when I got the job here they weren't too happy with my... what can I call it... humanness? When people come to Fangtasia they want the full vampire experience, hence the fake fangs and extreme lightning blue contacts. I really like rock music, my iPod could advertise the soundtrack for Fangtasia (hmmm I should mention that to Eric later). I dress mainly in jeans and tight fitting band tees. I have a sort of tom boy outlook with my clothing range. People tend to call me weird because I'm really into criminal shows and horrors. Nothing better that cuddling up with a nice gore fest. Not that I do much cuddling up with anybody. There's a reason my still a virgin at 21, it's hard to like a guy when you can hear every thought in his head. Nobody knows about my "gift" as it been called apart from Karen, Jake, Pam and Eric.
Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear. Eric has finally emerged from that cramped office of his. Now I say "cramped" but even the biggest of grand halls would appear small and cramped when Eric is standing in them. Eric must be 6.6ft, if I remember right Eric was like a Viking. I know, that makes him like 1000+. Eric was the oldest thing in this bar and yet he definitely didn't look it. Eric was gorgeous, a stunning example of the male form. His body looked as though it had been sculpted by gods. He wore his blonde hair brushed back showing his sparkling blue eyes. He has the palest skin in the world, like a sheet of A4 paper. No joke. You can't expect anything less from such a high ranking vampire as Eric. He is Sheriff of Area 5 and owner of Fangtasia one of the most popular bars in Shreveport, LA. Eric didn't have many flaws, other that being a cocky little shit. I have only ever met one man more full of himself than Eric, this right nit wit I did charity work with in my teen years. New girl ever night, new friends everyday and adults thought the sun shined out his arse. Eric may not be as bad but Eric is a huge flirt, especially with me but I'd rather be the object of his ridicule than the object of his rage. One man id never want to cross is Eric Northman, I've seen what he is like in a rage. In fact, calming him down from his rage was how I got the job here.
I hope you favorite to get a plast from ashliegh and eric past in the next chapter. Just one little hint for the next few chapters, i will be writing from other peoples POV XD so please subcribe, favorite and stay in tune for the next part. P.S reviews are welcomed, would be nice for some feed back.