Hi Everyone! This is my first TB fiction, my first story on here and the first thing I've written in a long time, so please be forgiving! I've rated this as M because it will contain coarse language and in the future there may be some violence and sexual references.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own anything to do with True Blood or the Sookie Stackhouse Novels, all things pertaining to them are property of the respective owners! I only own the idea for the story and the original character.
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ROOM FOR RENT
ROOM FOR RENT: Large 2 bedroom apartment with shared bathroom. Easy access to shopping mall, restaurants, library and public transport. Must be okay with some noise late at night and in the morning. Most furniture is provided, will need own linen. Available to move in immediately. Washer/Dryer, walk in wardrobe and small balcony available. $350 rent per week with one month bond before move in. No pets allowed. Call 926-555-6459
"You cant be serious about this, Eric! For fucks sake, did you even read this ad?! You cant honestly stay with a human!"
"Well have you got any other ideas?! I need to get out of Louisiana, you'll be fine here. If it will stop your incessant whining, then you may come with me to meet with the human and look over the apartment".
"Fine, but I'm going to need your credit card…"
Eric sat in his office in Fangtasia rubbing his temples, frustrated the the constant babbling and nagging coming from his childe. The viking vampire had stirred the pot a little too many times and was now forced to go out of state to look for a solution to his problem. Eric needed to get close enough to the human, get her to trust him and get what information he could from her without meeting the sun.
With their bags all packed and ready, they got on the 6.30pm flight on Anubis Airlines and headed off to Atlanta, Georgia. There was a human there that held the secret to solving the problems that he had caused, and it was only by luck that he had even found her in the first place. One of the humans in his bar was yapping on to him about some ad on the internet about an apartment in Atlanta that she planned on renting out. He did his research and found that the girl he was looking for was the one who put out the ad. The unimaginable time he had to spend with this human would hopefully be worth it.
Aubrey had had enough of the messy, good for nothing roommates that always she always seemed to room with, who never helped with chores and never paid bills or rent on time, if at all. This time she was determined to find a good, stable roommate and had devised an interview and even pre-interview process, to slim down her options. If a potential roomie passed the pre-interview, they would be invited to the interview at the apartment and given a tour. Whilst on the tour, they would also read and go over the contract she conjured up using Google and sign it.
One potential roomie, whom she knew so far only as E. Northman, was on his way up from Shreveport, LA for his interview and viewing. She was hoping he wasn't a weirdo or would be a flake on the rent and bills like all the others. The rest of the people she interviewed either turned out to be too dirty hygienically or too dirty sexually. She didn't mind a bit of innocent sexual banter now and then, but if that was the only thing coming from their mouth then they just had to go.
With only 2 hours left until E. Northman was to arrive, Aubrey was buzzing around the apartment making sure it was all spic and span for his arrival. He scrubbed the bathroom, mopped the kitchen, shined all the stainless steel surfaces and dusted the whole place top to bottom. Only thing she had left to worry about and what she was hoping like hell was that the room he would be staying in, did not have a window or much light at all, and that the small balcony mentioned in her ad was a shared one coming off from the living area.