Fangtasia or Burst

I need to get away from Cali for a while. Sunnydale is becoming too much for one slayer to deal with. It's not the Hellmouth so much as all the other drama in my life. I'm a girl torn between two vampires. Yes, you heard me right.

I have to one side of me Mr. Reliable. Angel has always had my back. Well, except for that time he lost his soul after we did the deed. So I guess he can't please me in every way I would like. To the other side of me, I have blond and bad. Spike and I haven't had what you would call the best of relationships. Although I think the punk rocker badass thing is just a front. Besides that, he prefers sleeping in graveyards! I'm not in the mood for graveyard sex. At least Angel has his own place.

So here I am traveling down the interstate somewhere in Louisiana. I'm about out of money. I only have enough for gas and a cheap motel. Right now I'm driving around Shreveport looking for any hole in the wall that will employ me quick. It's dark outside and I'm driving around a parking lot of some strip mall. God and I think Sunnydale is depressing. This place isn't much better. I see a sign that catches my interest. It's a sign for a bar called Fangtasia. I shake my head. Vampires think they're sooooo clever. Ever since they came out of the coffin, stupid little places like this have been springing up all over the country. What's an out of work slayer to do? Oh yeah, answer the help wanted sign in the window.

I walk up to the line of people waiting outside. Boy, I sure do stick out like a sore thumb in this pathetic crowd of fangbangers. I don't understand the appeal of places like this. Then again, I've known about vampire long before they decided to make a truce with the human race. I still think it's all a joke, but stupid people are eating up the lie with a spoon. I guess I'll just have to deal.

A blond female vampire that is my height was working the front door. She had her fangs out and answering stupid questions about vampires. I know the truth. All they have to do is ask a slayer, although the deformed faces thing is a lie. Vampires don't turn all ugly.

She turns her attention to me after the tourist make their way into the bar. She gives me a good eye fuck. Hate to tell her this, but I'm not into chicks like my friend Willow is.

"My, my, what do we have here," she says in a sexy voice. I just give her the stink eye. "Haven't had one like you come our way in a while. Obviously your not here for the atmosphere."

"No, I here to answer your 'help wanted' sign in the window. I assume it's for human help," I ask. I did my best to ignore the vampire lip licking.

"Well, yes it is. Let me go talk to my partner. Come, follow me."

I followed blondie into the bar. This place was just as pathetic on the inside as the outside. Vampire movie posters plastered the red walls. Generic black restaurant grade furniture was the cherry on top of the sundae. She directed me to a booth. "The master will be with you shortly," she proclaimed. I nodded and the vampire moved quickly to the back of the bar. Master my ass!

I took a moment to take in the atmosphere. It looked like a big old vampire funhouse. Maybe southern vampire really are rednecks. Being from California there are really no true rednecks. Just a butch of wannabes. Just like these idiotic fangbangers looking for a piece of vampire ass. Most aren't even aware of what they're getting themselves into, stupid people!

I decide to bolt. I need a job, but I don't need one this bad. Maybe I can find some nice hole in wall diner instead. Just as I was about to get up, I see him. I didn't know there were vampires as sexy as this one. The small blond trailed behind him. My brain began to malfunction. I need to come up with an alias and fast. Too many of the undead know the name Buffy Summers.