Welcome! Warning- I have half a plan for this. More for it's sequel if I'm honest. Disclaimer - all characters and locations recognisable belong to their respective owners.
Pru sighed as she re-read the address she'd been sent. She was in the right place, sadly. A gawdy, neon sign told her so. Do they really have to be so generic? She thought to herself before sighed once more, stuffing her phone in her jacket pocket before getting out of the car. She double checked the time and quickly smoothed out the fly aways from her pony tail in her wing mirror before heading for the door. She took great pleasure in kicking a few stones against the buildings side on her way. The door was heavy and metal, and most likely light tight, and she angrily hated this audition even more when she noticed there was no 'ring for attention' appliance to be seen. So she kicked the door with her thick leather boot, keeping her hands firmly inside her pockets. There was a scuffle behind the door before its worn out hinges creaked and the door swung out faster than she'd expected. Especially when she noticed the blonde that opened it was clearly human. On something, Pru decided, but definitely human.
"We open at sundown." the jittery woman smiled, her eyes not fully focusing on Pru.
"I know." Pru smiled what she hoped was a cheerful, excited grin. "I'm here for an audition." The blonde's face cracked and she grabbed Pru's thin arm.
"Oh good! You'll love it here," she began wittering about nonsense and Pru let herself take some time to take in the inside of what resembled a large storage unit from the outside. More gawdy neon adorned some walls, plastering the clubs name even in the dark of the room. The bar was dimly lit with a selection of cleaning products - several Pru knew to be very good at removing blood stains - littering the bar top. Pru did feel some joy that her favourite rum was stocked back there. The booths supported dark leather seating that matched the few scattered chairs. Poles stood proud and shiny, firmly bolted to both ceiling and floor. The her eyes caught sight of a throne lit on a stage. She scoffed. "Oh that's Eric's throne, isn't it lovely. Much better when he's there though. What are you here for again?"
"Audition." Pru muttered weakly. It wasn't that she hated Vampires. She just - wait maybe it was hatred.
"Yes, yes" the Blonde nodded so fast, Pru was sure her head might fall off. "I'll go get Eric." and she turned towards a small door by the bar. She could hear some conversation, then a loud bang. Before she could react the door opened again and the blonde's head appeared. "Name?"
"Pru. Prudentia Ever"
"Hi Pru, I'm Ginger -" some more hushed words and then 'Ginger' disappeared again. When the door opened a second time, Pru half expected the daft woman to ask her something else she most likely should have done before letting her in. However it wasn't her. It was a tall man. He practically filled the door way with his broad shoulders and tall physique. The power rolled off him in waves making her catch her breath and decide that yes this audition was, in fact, a really shitty idea.
"Ms. Ever." it was a growl, she realised he'd been woken by her early arrival.
"I'm sorry, I should go." She tried to find the right words. "I just thought that by being early, if you wanted me to I could work tonight."
"You have ten minutes." Pru smiled weakly. She'd have to forego a warm up, but she'd done that before.
"Where is your lyra?" The man had flitted to the throne where he lounged like a fat house cat.
"Lyra?"
"You know, big hoop thing I'm here to perform on."
"No." Then man, she assumed was Eric smiled. "Poles only. Perhaps Lyra later." Pru groaned inwardly. She hadn't performed on a pole in years. And wasn't dressed for it. And she cringed at how many different bits of 'ick' could be on these poles.
"I don't ha-" She started to explain her lack of clothing, but Eric's beautiful face darkened. So she took a deep breath, removed her jacket and shirt. He purred at her stripping. Not in a way she'd approve of. She then kicked off her shoes and sighed before hooking her thumbs into her leggings and pulling them straight from her legs. She shifted uncomfortably as she felt him taking in every inch of her body while she stood there in her sports bra and lace knickers. She steadied herself and eyed up the pole she wanted. She knew the routine she was about to do. She effortlessly swung her body down into the direction of the pole, rebounding twice landing her in a showgirl on the pole. She arched her back and raised herself onto the ball of her rooted foot with her left leg high and tight on the pole then she quickly spun herself so her back was against the cold metal, reached up above herself and pulled her lower body high into a straddle before moving quickly through the moves, one after another. It wasn't as pretty as what she had had planned. But it couldn't be helped. She had to give him something, or else risk being breakfast. Eventually she dropped low into a cradle and swung herself off the pole.
Ginger burst into applause from behind the bar. Eric didn't show a drop of emotion. He watched her. Pru didn't move. She barely allowed herself to breathe.
"Behind the bar for the first half of the night, then floor." He murmered. "The 'Lyra' will be here tomorrow. My Child will deal with the paper work when she she rises." and he left.
Pru let out the breath she'd been holding. What had she done.
Eric was met with a seemingly disgruntled Pamela when he returned to his office. It wasn't unusual. Pamela wasn't a 'morning person' as Ginger had so eloquently put it a few years before.
"What is that noise?" she hissed. "And why do you smell like v-"
"We have a new attraction." Eric smiled.
"Your maker made contact." Eric's ears pricked. "His second says he wished to visit. He'll be here just before sun rise." Eric's heart felt fit to burst. His maker hadn't made contact since after the war. Since after Eric's punishment that left him trapped in Hell's back yard. A plan began to swirl around his brain, giving him relief from Pam's complaining and Ginger's noise. He owed The Ancient one something worthy of a vampire of high standing. A gift perhaps. He tossed and turned ways to make His Maker smile, something to break whatever hold had been placed over him and bring back the vampire he once was.
Eric was still mulling over his idea when the club opened and therefore he moved out into the darkened space, lounging on his 'throne', watching the happenings around him with very little interest. Some bar fight, a couple of under aged 'fang bangers' being kicked out, a lot of drunken humans. Without realising, his eyes kept being drawn to the new girl. She was short. No, Pam would have sold her as 'petite'. Pale skin spread across her body that would occasionally flush a subtle pink at a comment from a punter. Her face was sharp, with high cheek bones and a strong jaw. Pretty to some. But her hair. Flame red, curled now and piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Her make up perfectly highlighting her bright eyes and full lips that would grace the odd kind customer with a small smile as a reward. Her legs were long for her short stature, toned and lithe. Their appearance agreed with Eric the most as they drew his eyes back up towards her well toned rear, clearly her best asset. She was a hard worker too, which was a bonus. And courteous. Regularly replacing his unwanted but half drunk 'True Blood' without ever once being asked. He couldn't help but notice that every once in a while, she would stop whatever she was doing, clearing tables or performing moves his other dancers could only dream about, and scan the room. Once he noticed her breathing change. A girl had then come back from the bathroom and she calmed. She was head counting. Caring about girls she'd only met hours before. Strange little thing. Then there was that smell. The essence that oozed from her every pour and turned the heads of every vampire in the building.
She'd be perfect.