All characters belongs to Charlaine Harris of course.
This story begins from the chapter 3 of the book 1. This chapter has been corrected the 27th of August by QTlex, who I thank. Like that all the story is beta read and shouldn't show big mistakes.
Chapter 1
One night in Fangtasia, Diane visited Eric and since she's the queen of gossips he invited her to share a real meal (not that awful synthetic blood) and blab, thanks to the numerous fangbangers of his club.
"Mainstreaming? Bill? Are you sure?" Eric asked thrusting hard into his fangbanger on the desk.
"Yes, Sheriff I assure you" Diane replied licking the neck of her last meal, a man glamorized twenty minutes ago. She was enjoying him on the couch of the office. "He even dates a human girl."
"Really Diane you're still the funny one, I don't buy it. I know Bill can be weak to some extent, but he's got his vampire pride. No?" Eric replied readjusting his pants.
"You can go, you won't remember this part of your night" Eric said staring at his McPeople, a young woman of 20. She left without a sound.
"And I didn't tell you the best part!"
"I'm all ears my beautiful". Eric sat his 6'4'' frame down in his armchair, extending his proportionately long arms behind his head.
"Once we were visiting him, I opened the door and tried to glamour this woman, Sookie's her name, and…" Her voice reached a higher pitch.
"Yes, what?" Eric knew she wanted to be begged. He played her game.
"She wasn't affected, not even a little bit! By Liam or Malcolm either. The first time I see that." Diane was all excited, perhaps by her story or her fangbanger, Eric couldn't tell.
"Awkward, for sure." Eric asserted in a neutral tone.
"And after…" Her little game went on.
"Yes, after…" Eric was more eager to hear the rest.
"Bill claimed her but he lied, I can tell you, her virgin blood was obvious to me."
"You mean she wasn't bitten previously."
"No…yes…that too. I mean she is a true virgin! And she's not that young, she must be in her mid twenties! It's my gift, I can tell." She added with pride.
"Is she ugly?"
"No, a true gourmet menu, master, I assure you. Blonde with blue eyes and great boobs. And her scent is a scrumptious delight"
"Am I mistaken or are we still in the 21st century? Are all human men complete pussies in Louisiana?" So refreshing to make such a discovery, Eric thought. "And where does this heavenly creature live?"
"Just across the cemetery of Bill's house in Bon Temps. And she's a waitress in a bar nearby: Merlotte's. She's special too."
"Explain."
"Yes, I couldn't decipher it at first, but she must be a kind of psychic"
"Fortunately, I'm still sated. I'm looking forward to meeting her now, the last time I had a psychic, mmmh," Eric stroked himself in anticipation, the boredom leaving his face for a moment.
Diane had finished and made the same routine with her meal as Eric did. The man left, shutting the door softly.
"Why did you tell me? Bill won't join your nest and you know it."
"Yes, but he refused in a harsh way, and it's not to my liking."
"So I don't owe you?"
"Of course not, I was so delighted to be invited into your office. This piece of information is for free and for you alone Sheriff." Diane expressed herself obediently. Eric enjoyed his power, knowing she wanted to be assured of his good will. Her nest was always a trouble maker for their area sheriffs.
"The pleasure was mine." And with that Diane knew she must leave. Eric was lost in his thoughts.
This evening was useful for once, mixing feed, fuck and talk is not my favourite part, but it's the best way for a sheriff to know what's going on through the grapevine. And with this bitch, I can be assured of good gossips. I don't trust Bill. Diane had always had a crush on him, even if she only slept with him once. Poor girl, it's not sane. OK I'm becoming a cynic here. So let's use this new piece of news…
"Pam."
"Yes, master?"
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