This is my very first True Blood fan fic. Usually I write for CSI:, but I've been feeling a bit adventurous lately. Please drop a review to let me know if I should keep this up or not. Enjoy!

Partially betaed by Amanda. Any mistakes are mine. Oh and I don't own anything except Delaney.

Intrigue

Fear, entrancement as well, but mostly fear. It wasn't my glamouring that caused that inkling of a feeling to radiate off the human before me. No, that was all her. I approached the bar confident as always, not feeling the should-be-felt pinching of my black corset and blood red heels. The sandy, plain haired girl's pulse raced so fast that I could see the blood pumping through her carotid artery. Despite the look of her hair-easily changed, I told my self-her face was angelic. Her skin was pale for a day-walker, but it made her complexion all the better. More importantly, her clothes were to die for. I think that's what attracted me to begin with.

Her eyes darted back and forth, from my face, to my clothes, to somewhere across the room, to her drink and back.

"Well, you certainly aren't our usual," I observed. She shook her head in a nervous way, sending a light scent of lavender my way. Definitely not the usual.

"I'm Delaney," she fought off a stutter. She reached out her hand, hoping to shake mine. Instead, I brought it to my lips and kissed it softly. Her muscles tensed; she wasn't expecting that. Good.

"Pam!" The unmistakable voice of my maker thundered its way across the room. I rolled my eyes. Perfect timing, Eric.

Turning to face his perch, I put my hand on my hip and cocked it to the side in mock annoyance. With one finger, he motioned for me to approach.

As I picked my way through the crowd-which wasn't hard once they realized a vampire was trying to get across- his eyes never left mine, giving me an angry, but harmless stare.

I stood by his side as he continued to scan the crowd.

"What could you possibly need me for?" I asked, knowing exactly just how much insolence I could get away with.

"Who is that human?" he demanded. I leant on the throne, bored.

"Which one? They all look the same." His head snapped in my direction. "Delaney."

"Bring her to me."

I carefully searched my bond with Eric, but I couldn't find anything that explained his interest in this human. Or mine, at that. I didn't feel like fighting with Eric tonight, so I did what I was told.

When I reached her, she was on her second drink. She pulled it away from her lips as I approached, placing it on the bar top.

"You've been summoned." I pushed my annoyance through the bond, only to hear Eric chuckle softly from his perch.

"Okay," Delaney sounded sure of her self; that threw me off. Most of the humans Eric had me bring to him were somewhat scared of him.

I picked up her hand from her lap and led the way through the crowd. As she stood in front of Eric, I returned to my leaning post, attempting to listen in nonchalantly.

"That will be all, Pam," Eric told me. I sighed, more to show my annoyance towards him than the actual need for air to leave my lungs.

"I'd rather stay." I knew the answer before he spoke.

"Now."

After giving Eric a glare and Delaney a flirtatious smile, I walked out of Fangtasia. After a couple minutes of playing bouncer I smelt the lavender again. Delaney walked out of the door. She glanced at me, so I took the opportunity.

"No bite marks. What did he want?" I drawled. She turned to face me, her smile was nervous as she shrugged her shoulders. Liar.

It was just after dark and I was at Fangtasia pretty early. Eric had come in and gone straight to his office. I didn't bother saying hello. He didn't acknowledge me as he walked past my seat either.

With my knee tucked to my chest, I finished off the last of my nail polish. Luckily I had just finished my toes. The front door opened, but I didn't bother looking up. Ginger spoke up from behind the bar.

"We're clos-oh! Hi, hun! Come on in." I looked up to the slim figure across the room with a raised eyebrow.

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