*******I do not own true blood or any of it's characters*****
Chapter 1:
By Chance
It was raining again. Even though outside it was miserable, the pathetic humans at the door were still huddled outside. In one pulsating mob they begged as one for a chance to play any part in the vampire world he claimed. Eric sat aloof bored with what was an every night occurrence. Here inside sweat and desperation coated everything. Pam was in the corner playing with some skinny bastard decked out in black with red spikes sprouting from his scrawny head. Eric closed his eyes and listened with his senses rather than ears to the club environment. Desperation. Misery. Disappointment. Curiosity. Anticipation. Blank…
Eric's eyes rushed open and he sat straighter looking for the source that had no energy signature. Goth wannabe's and curious innocents crowded inside. He could see nothing out of order…
"Excuse me…Excuse me. Could you get out of the way please?"
Eric shifted to look near the rear end of the club. A small human female with brunette waves was trying to squeeze past a big Goth pretender. The man ignored her and kept yapping up one of the numerous female vamps Eric kept to keep the male clientele coming in. Eric's mouth twitched in amusement as the impatience and anger started to show on the woman's face. She pushed her hands out and moved him out of her way. Eric was the only vampire that felt the psychic push she inflicted upon the Goth male and more importantly the vampire woman. Both turned to regard her and when the male grabbed the small female she looked directly into his eyes and spoke with barely suppressed anger,
"Take your hands off my arm."
The man's eyes glazed and he immediately dropped his hand.
"You and the vampire chick turn around. Keep up your conversation and forget that I was here."
The brunette looked straight into the vampire's eyes and repeated herself. Both the human male and vampire tuned back to each other and went exactly to the spot in conversation they had been at before the small confrontation. The brunette turned around and downed her drink. Eric was intrigued by the fact that she now carried an empty bottle of true blood. She threw the bottle in the trash and wiped her mouth on the sleeve of the dark leather jacket she wore. Eric noticed she wore a v-neck black cotton shirt with a high neck collar. The shirt hit only mid torso with dark blue jeans and black doc martens completing the ensemble. He could see the hint of a tattoo peeking out from the tops of her low-slung jeans. She hardly fit the mold for his club clientele.
Eric looked around the club to see if the female was noticed by anyone else. Even Pam was preoccupied and did not take note of the small brunette human. Eric signaled to the DJ to turn down the lights and start the rave mix. Almost instantly, the crowd started pulsating with the techno blare. Eric moved with vampiric speed to stand behind the female trying to escape the crowd.
"Some of our kind would consider what you just did a crime against both vampires and humans alike."
The female froze and turned around to look defiantly in his face. He realized with something close to amazement that she could see just as clearly in the dark as he could. She smiled with tight eyes.
"I would hardly call it a crime. All I did was circumvent a rather stupid couple from embarrassing themselves by getting in a fruitless argument and fight."
She turned around with every intention of getting away when Eric whipped in front of her and crowded close.
"Why are you here?" he asked curiously. "You are no fang banger and seem to be unimpressed by us. So I must ask why you would go to a club that holds no appeal to you."
The woman looked around with barely suppressed disgust. "I wanted to see true vampires. Not this Hollywood cover up bullshit. Your club is nothing but a façade to appeal to the cannon fodder you feed on."
She looked back into his face. "I was looking for answers and I'll I've found was glamour and bull. So excuse me."
She started to pull way, but Eric lashed out and held fast to her wrist.
She looked at him with anger in her eyes and then all of a sudden both were swept through as they saw a group of at least ten men dressed completely in camo enter through the front. They spread out in intervals against the walls. The leader was a tall redneck with a shaved head and army tattoos peeking out from under his vest. He signaled with his head and as one they pulled out shotguns and assorted rifles. "DEATH TO FANGS AND ALL WHO ASSOCIATE WITH 'EM!!"
BANG!!!
End Chapter 1
I already have two more chapters ready but I'd like to get some feedback before I continue posting. This is my first fic so any reviews are helpful….
