To my readers: Sookie can read minds so I hae some of them in here. The thoughts of people are in italics. Her thoughts are also italicized, but you'll know it's her. POV will change throughout, but (again) you'll know. I hope you enjoy it. Please review! Tell me if it sucks!
Merlotte's, the bar I work at, was packed. Not only was I covering my tables, but Arlene was slacking so I had to make sure her tables were happy as well. I was working hard and reaching my breaking point. From refilling beer pitchers to passing out burgers and fries I was swamped. Sam was flirting with the customers at the bar while Tara did most of my orders and Lafayette was dancing and cooking at the same time. Not only was Arlene on the phone ever five minutes, but it seemed like she had to step outside and smoke a cigarette just as often. Truth be told, she hadn't started smoking until recently.
Friday nights are always the busiest and as much as I hate hearing the thoughts of some of the customers the tips are worth it. And believe me, every dollar helps me out with my bills. Between my mortgage, insurance, gas, and electricity I'm struggling to stay afloat.
It'd be nice if the red haired bitch would give me another beer. At this the blond chick with tits has given me a refill, a guy in a hat and a dirty white shirt, overweight, and looked like he was a truck driver thought. I quickly abandoned my tables and picked up the pitcher. I glared at Sam and hurried back to my tables while I waited for Mr. Trucker's refill.
"Sookie, honey," Andy Bellefleur, the town's detective called me to his table where he had a club soda open on the table and a half eaten burger. "Can I get a order of onion rings?"
"Sure Andy, you want anything else?" I smiled sweetly at him as I started to walk away from the table.
"Naw that's it. And hey if you see that brother of yours tell him Hoyt was lookin' for him earlier."
"I will."
I went to the window and put in an order for onion rings and picked up the truckers pitcher. I had just dropped it off and earned myself a frustrated but thankful smile from the chubby man when I felt an empty mind come into the bar. It's hard to explain what it feels like to be around vampire. It's like there's a space in the room, a hole, where I don't feel any thoughts or ideas or… anything. It's just… nothing. It's the best feeling in the world. That's what attracted me to Bill.
I learned my lesson with him, though. He just used me, maybe he loved me, but I didn't believe him. He took my virginity and he didn't even mean anything he said to me. He used me.
I turned to the door and my eyes widened in surprise. Eric motherfucking Northman stood just inside the door. And he was staring at me. Not tonight, I pleaded in my mind. I did not need this tonight. I was full up on customers and I didn't need to deal with the guy that claimed he wanted to protect me.
I walked past him and to one of my tables, checking on everyone before I got a beer for one of the regular drunks. I walked past Eric and said in a flurry of words, "I can't talk right now. We're packed."
I didn't wait for a reply as I got Andy's onion rings and Maxine Fortenberry's second burger of the night. That woman could eat a damn house and still be hungry for more. She never tips either. But seeing as she's Hoyt's mother I have to be nice to her… even if she is a bitch to me and calls me a "fang banger". God I hate ignorant people.
It wouldn't be long before she notices Eric and all his 6'4" rock hard gorgeous body.
"I'll wait by your car then." Eric told me when I walked past him again. Eric walked weaved through the tables, caught Sam's eye and grimaced and then went out through the back door that's typically for employee's only.
"Sookie, come here." Sam told me. I walked over to him.
"What?"
"Why's Eric here?" I wish she were mine, she's so cute. Eric's after her, he wants her to be his… he wants to protect her.
"I don't know. I have tables Sam."
After closing I walked out back with Sam. He seemed to of forgotten about Eric because he walked straight to his trailer after saying goodnight to me and giving me a hug with a few impure thoughts. I put the trash in the garbage can.
I knew Eric was somewhere close, he never bluffs. He's out here somewhere. When I got to my car I felt the air behind me move and I jumped from surprise even though I expected it.
"Damnit Eric, don't do that." I whirled around and found Eric a little bit too close for comfort. His fangs were extracted and my back stiffened. I leaned against my car. "What is wrong with you? Stop it."
"Sookie, you're in danger." He told me.
"Tell me something I don't know." When wasn't I in danger? God I'm so sick of this shit.