SPOV

Vampires had gone public two years ago, and I was annoyed that I yet to meet one. I was thrilled when they came out the coffin, as I felt I was no longer alone in this world. I'd always felt different, but then again it is hard to think yourself normal when your Telepathic. Hearing all the small minded people's thoughts, blah blah blah! That was why I had hoped a Vampire would come to Bon Temps. But apparently rural northern Louisiana wasn't the place to be and so I had decided a week ago that if a Vampire wouldnt come to me, I'd just have to go to them.

This is how I found myself standing in line to get in to the only vampire bar within a 2 hour drive from Bon Temps. It's location was actually rather humorous, with it located in a suburban shopping area of Shreveport, close to a Toys 'R' Us. The name of the place, Fangtasia, was spelled out in jazzy red neon above the door and there was a young female vampire standing by the entrance, carding everyone as they went in. She was wearing a tight fitting leather dress, which seemed to be the norm by looking around the others standing in line. I glanced over at Tara whose eyes were firmly locked on the female vampire; it was the first one she had seen too. Tara, unlike me she had dressed for the occasion, with a short silk black dress which brought out the dark brown of her eyes amazingly. Me, I was dressed in what people around me were thinking of as a 'Sunday church sundress'. It was white with red flower on it but it lifted my large breasts up and fit my soft curves perfectly and so was one of my favourites.

The vampire carded us before we were let in, which I couldn't help find funny and release a little snigger which caused the Vampire to raise a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me and flash a little of her fangs. Although im not sure if this was done to make me fear her or not I quickened my pace inside. As I followed Tara deeper in to the club I couldn't help look around in amazement and a little fear. The walls were lined with framed pictures of every movie vampire who had shown fangs on the big screen and scattered around the walls were warnings informing all humans were there at their own risk, and that Vampires were not allowed to feed on the premises. Listening to the thoughts I could hear that clearly didn't happen. Hearing all the fangbangers graphic and disgusting thoughts I couldn't help but consider what Gran would say if she was still alive and saw me in this place. I stood in the middle of the floor, looking around me with interest and amazement and some distaste. Tara was ecstatic and quite pleased with herself for accompanying me.

"You look like a white candle in a coal mine." She whispered teasingly to me, noting my slight discomfort.

We strolled to the bar. It was the only bar the bartender smiled at us, showing us that his fangs had shot out a little at the pleasure of serving us. He was an American Indian, with long black hair and tattoos covering every bit of skin I could see. After receiving our drinks we went in search of a place to sit. Having found one hidden away in a corner we were able to sit and observe the fangbangers and few Vampires in the bar. I glanced over at Tara and shed like a Child on Christmas morning, at this rate it wouldn't take long before she became a regular.

Turning my attention back to the sea of black I concentrated hard on keeping my shields up, the last thing I needed was to be bombarded with sexual fantasies of a hundred so fangbangers. Suddenly I felt Tara nudge me, glancing at her I saw her nod her head in a direction to my right. Slowly turning my head I was met with the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in all my 25 years on this Earth.

He was slouched in a thrown...yes a friggin THROWN in the middle of the club. He had long blonde hair, and appeared to be well over 6 foot tall. He had on some black leather trousers which left nothing to the imagination and a bright red shirt with the top buttons open showing his oh so yummy chest. I've never been one big on appearances, after all I can honestly vouch what's on the inside is what matters but damn! As we continued to watch him we saw a short bold man crawling to his thrown, the Vampire didn't even appear to notice him until the man touched his leg. At this he was instantly thrown across the room.

"Oh my God!" I heard Tara squeak next to me

At this comment his eyes turned towards us and I swear I saw a hint of a smirk. I had heard Vampires had excellent hearings and found I had spoken without even thinking.

"What a Jerk! It's Vampires like him who give the others a bad name"

At this I heard a soft chuckle from behind me and turned to see a Vampire leaning against the wall. He was attractive enough and had dark brown hair and eyes and was just under 6 foot. In his hand I was pleased to see he had a bottle of true blood.

"May I introduce myself to you lovely ladies, my name is Bill Compton. And I'm extremely pleased to hear that Eric's actions haven't put you off all Vampires." He commented in a southern accent which secretly made me want to swoon. "May I get you ladies another drink and join you?"

Although he asked us both it hadn't gone unnoticed that his eyes never left mine through his little speech. I glanced at Tara who had a slight blush appearing and nodded her agreement.

I decided it was down to me to answer him so I turned back to him and replied "Hi Bill, my names Sookie and this is Tara, we'd love it if you joined us" and found myself ending my comment with a small flirty smirk.