Disclaimer

The True Blood Universe belongs to Charlaine Harris. I just used some of them for my own strange/nasty/weird fangtasy ^_~ The Song belongs to EvansBlue, its "In a red dress and alone". Go and hear the song and support that wonderful Band.
Mara belongs to me, and if the guys find out I put them into a Story they probably gonna kill me for that. Especially for the Hanna Montana part (god..that was such a funny morning).

To let you know, this is my first Story in English and in the True Blood Universe.

So please be patient.

I had the wonderful TrinityIsis as my Beta (read her Story, its brillant).

So my dear readers, have fun and leave me a review. I would love to hear your thoughts.

Mara POV

The interview was longer and more boring than expected.
It was always the same shit; Who s writing the lyrics? What do you think about the societies reaction of your Band? and of course my favorite Why a human Bass player?
I was so fucking tired of those damn questions.
The good thing was that Thomas always answered, even if they asked someone else.
"Well, we were looking for a good one and we found her." Thomas respond. "You re one of the first Vampire Bands but the only one with a Human companion. Aren t there any complications?" the Radio-Interviewer went on.
I looked over to Thomas, who just raised a brow.
"Well yes we are and no."
I just love him.
The rest of the crew was sitting at the huge table and looked as bored as me.
We re having a gig tomorrow and the plan for the night was, to take a look at that place.
All we know is that it s a Vampire Bar. Oh joy, we just play in Vampire Bars.
But this one was out of our State, so there would be a complete new audience.
And that meant a higher Record selling for us.

The interview went on, without anyone was listening to what the interviewer-chick was saying.
So my brain just started to work again at the moment I was in Johns SUV.
"God damn it! Thomas never say yes to an fucking Radio Interview again. I was so damn close to just glamour that Bitch!"
Mick was really pissed, he hated interviews just like me.
"And the next time someone ask about Mara s mortality, just tell them we turned her."
Yeah, he was pretty pissed.
He leaned back in his seat, and was nervously hitting some rhythms on the back of the front seat with his drumsticks.
"1...2...3...4..." I counted.
"Mick stop that or I swear I m gonna stake you with your drumsticks!"
Yep, Johns reaction was always the same.
And this situation would be always the same.
No one of us liked interviews.
Every time we came back from an interview it was like that.
Thomas never lose a word, Mick was jittery, John was pissed about the seat-drumming, and I just wanted a cold beer.
"Come on guys, I want a beer. Lets go already."
John answered by hitting the gas.
Sometimes I was wonder why I do that crap with them.
Even if their old like shit, well compared to me, they all still acting like little sod s.
I m more a babysitter to a bunch of Vampire brats than a Bass player in a Band.
But I love it. I love the show, the music and the guys.
They re like brothers to me. Even if they want to drain every guy that I met.
As I say, brothers...pretty annoying ones.
But I owe them so much.
They took me as a part of their band when I really needed something in my life.
I m living with them and had never thought, that I would have so much fun in my damn life.
They re my family, well kind of, a freaky stubborn family but it comes really close to one.
My real family is still living Topeka, and they re pretty proud of what I m doing.
Every time I talk to my Dad he just say "Cherry Pie, you do the right thing."
He s an active member of the AVL and one of their Human Lawyers.
My Mom is just totally obsessed of our Music.
She s the one who got me into the music and bought me my very first E-Bass.

I was so absorbed in my own thoughts, that I didn t notice we had arrived at the bar.
"Mara! When your back in our world, would you mind to get the hell out of the car?"
"John, you really need to get a drink."
I jumped out of the car and walked with the guys to the entrance.
"Fangtasia? That sounds more like a juke joint than a Bar." "Watch it Girl. That shack belongs to the Sheriff of this Area. So be a nice Lady tonight."
With that remark everyone eyed Thomas.
"Lady? Come on that s Mara!"
"Mick is right. Its ME you re talking about."
With a shake of his head Thomas went to the entrance.
"So you guys still have to talk to the Sheriff, huh?"
"Kind of. He booked us, so its just a Hello we re here." John answered me while he put his arm around my waist.
He always done that, when we where about to enter a Vampire Club.

The blonde Chick, that was standing at the entrance to check the ID s, just waved us thru.
Okay the Shack was more a Club than a Bar. It was a bit dark but full of people, even on a Thursday night.
"Guys, I m off. Say Hello from me." with that I walked over to the bar.
One of my many Mantras was I m no freaking Vampire so I don t need to bow my head to some sheriff.
And actually, no one really cared about that.
I found myself a stool and started to look for the Barkeeper.
"Oi gar on! Gimme a Miller, vite vite!" Within seconds the ugly Bartender was in front of me with my bottle.
"Watch your mouth kiddo."
"Whatever." I waved him and his nasty breath off.
After all the years, living with a bunch of Vampires I don t give a damn about their ego trips.
Thomas told me how to protect myself from them, if I ever had to do that.
Such a optimist.
But I also have a bond to him.
Just for protection, he told me.
Yeah right. Protection. Fuck that.
But it was really handy in some situations.
I took a big gulp from my beer and started to look around the club.
More Fang Bangers than Vampires, everywhere the same shit.
One Vampire bait after another.
I really wonder if they ever got tired of them?
The music was crap like the dancers on the platforms.
But the atmosphere was great, can t deny that.

My eyes wandered over the whole place until I found my guys.
They were standing on a small stage in front of two people.
A blonde women and a blonde man.
Probably the sheriff and what ever.
The blonde women looked quite interested and had a little smile on her face.
She was cute, but reminded me of the show Little House on the Prairie.
I didn t even notice that I was staring at her, until her gaze met mine.
The blonde women said something that i couldn t hear, and now my Crew and the blonde guy were staring at me.
With a small hint of the hand, John ordered me up there.
Great, so much for my mantra.
I jumped off the stool and walked over to them.
What a awkward situation, I hate talking to sheriffs. They don t respect me, just because I m a breather.

With a big step, I took the two steps to the platform and was now standing in front of them.
"Hey there." I added with a nod.
"So you re the famous Mara. Not impressive at all." the blonde guy said.
Yeah fuck you shithead I thought.
"The next time you come to my Area, you will join your companions and introduce yourself to me."
Introduce my ass. I can introduce your dead meaty ass to my new boots. I thought again but answered "Okay." with a small bored smile.
The blonde Women, that was sitting to Shitheads right-hand side was close to bursting out in laughter.
"Okay, what?" his tone was bugged.
"Okay to introduce myself to you?" I gave him a strange look.
Great, a shithead and an Idiot.
The blonde women was now grunting and got tears in her eyes.
Weird gal.
"What is so funny?" his gaze got from me to the Women.
Yeah that guy wasn t far from being really pissed.
The Women was just waving her hand and tried hard to get her self back together.
"Oh, its nothing Eric. Really..." she grunted again.
"Tell me." his voice was quiet and yep, he was pissed pretty good.
"No, you don t want to know." she respond, still laughing.
"You aren t here to NOT tell me stuff."
The women looked from shithead over to me and back to him.
"Well, she just thinks you re an ass."
"What the fuck?!" was all that was coming from me.
Shitheads gaze was now piercing my eyes.
Damn, that guy was way over boiled by now.
"So Mara, you think I m an ass." "Fuck that, how the hell did she know?"
I looked back to the blonde Women that wasn t laughing anymore.
Before I could open my mouth to say something more, I felt a heavy hit on my head.
"I m sorry Sheriff, but she s a young Human without modesty." Thomas said, still his hand on my head.
"You scumbag! I can talk for my self." I mumbled and got another hit. There was silence, except for the crappy music.
Then shithead spoke up again.
"You should teach her some manners. Get her the hell out of my Club for this night, or I will change my mind."
With this words, Thomas just grabbed me and carried me out of shitheads club.

I was back on my feet again, when he pushed me hard against Johns SUV.
"Fuck! Mara can t you just for ONCE keep your mouth shut?!"
"Ah come on Thomas. It was kind of fun don t you think? She s right, Northman is an ass." Mick laughed.
"And we still got the gig, so just lets go to the Hotel and after the concert tomorrow we re gone."
"You got it John. We still got the job. And never ever punch me again Thomas. Fuck!"

Eric POV

I booked the Band weeks ago.
After everything Pam told me about them, they got a huge Fandom which meant a Sold out club.
And a Sold out Club is always good.
I heard that the Band had a human Member, which was good for both sides of my costumers.
But a disrespectful blood sack like that, I should just drain her.
She was far away from interesting.
The body of a boy, a dull look on her face and a hair color that could cause an eye disease.

"Eric?" Sookie interrupted my thoughts.
"What was she really thinking?"
Slowly I looked over to her.
I told her to come over for the night, to talk to some of the Fang bangers here.
There were some rumors, that I had to clear.
"But you have to promise me, that you won t hurt her."
I just raised a brow at her stubbornness She sighed at my reaction.
"She thinks you re an idiotic Shithead with no respect towards Humans. But she thinks every sheriff is like that."
Great, another one of those Humans that thought they could get away with everything. I knew what her Father was doing, and if I would do anything about that irreverently Girl, I probably had to deal with that Bitch Flanagan.
Something I need to avoid.

Mara POV

I was up quite early in the afternoon.
The guys were still playing dead men and I started to get ready for the gig.
I called the Drivers to let them know when we would arrive at the club.
Even if this Northman was a Shithead, I can t deny that he really had enough Money to pay a huge Truck for our equipment.
Money or not...still a Shithead.
I had a pretty bad headache from the last night and was happy to find a drug store nearby.
With some Coke and Aspirin I was now standing in front of the small Bathroom mirror.
My outfit was the same I had for the last three concerts.
A broken tattered pair of black Jeans, a tight black button down shirt and my favorite boots.
My pink hair looked more like a explosion than a hairstyle, but I wouldn t do anything to change it.
My hair had his own mind, and every style would be destroyed anyway during the concert.
So a pigtail had to be enough.
I went back to my Bedroom, grabbed my beloved LTD B55 and sat down on the bed.
Thomas was so angry at me last night, that he refused to share a room with me.
We always shared a room when we went out of town for a concert.
He could be such a pain in the ass.
So that s why Mick was now resting on the other side of the bed.
I turned on the TV and started to play some songs.

The city of Shreveport was boring, so I decided to stay in the Hotel and wait till the guys woke up.
It was always fun to watch a vampire rise. They aren t morning people at all.
John was the creepiest one of the guys.
After his awakening he just went straight to the kitchen, drinking two bottles of TB and than he stood there.... his head against the fridge.
No moving or sound for an hour.
That really scares the shit out of me every night.
Thomas just watched TV, well I don t believe that he really is watching...cause one day he was just sitting in front of the telly, nodding in agreement while watching Hannah Montana.
Mick was the same like me, he just listened to music till he was completely awake.
I really wonder what they had done back in the 50s.

"Could you stop playing Beatle songs in the evening?" Mick said, after the sun settled down.
"Get up already, we have a date in an hour."
"Did you eat enough today?"
"Yes Daddy. I got some burgers and bought some Twinkies for later."
Slowly Mick got up, went to the bathroom and came out after 30minutes.
I handed him a bottle of TB and we both went down to the small lobby to meet the others.

Eric POV

The Concert was sold out.
A good sign and a pretty good one for my bank account.
The Band arrived for two hours and started with the sound check.
I never heard them or saw a concert of them before, and I really didn t care.
As long there would be enough costumers, they can do what ever they want on stage.
The door to my office swung open and Pam came in.
"Just to let you know, we are letting them in now. Its going to be pretty crowded." she told me with a big smile on her face.
I knew that she loved good music and crowded places. Also she knew she would get more money for this evening.
I just nodded and followed her into the Club.
"Did you ever see one of their concerts?" Pam asked me while I was sitting down at the bar.
"Why should I?"
"Oh, you will like it." with a smirk she went back to the entrance.
One of my Girls gave me a TB before I gave her a sign.
I trained them pretty well.

Before my bottle was empty, the Club was full to the bursting point.
A parcel of Humans and young Vampires, but they pay.
The girls behind the bar had a hell of a job.
Pam came back and settled herself on the stool besides me.
"We should do more Concerts. The club was never that crowded before."
I just nodded in agreement and watched the crowd.

The lights went slowly off until their was just a small light right above the stage.
At the moment the Band came out, the crowd started to go wild.

Mara POV

God I love to go on stage!
The bulk were screaming our names and held up signs with stuff like I m yours or Taste me.
One of the moments you will remember for the rest of your life.
I went to the right side of the stage and picked up my Baby.
Thomas went for his mic but before he talked to the crowd he gave me this sure you re fit enough for tonight look of his.
I just nodded in his direction and went for my own mic.
After the usual greetings from him to the crowd I started to play.
I loved that song.
It was our first song ever and the people just loved it.

Beauty fades when she dies In a red dress and alone but it was the best times And you re right to love him And you re right to want to close the door and lock me in Break the Key and chase the blood out of my veins

The audience went crazy.
Thomas didn t needed to sing, because they knew every single lyric.

After some songs I went to the front of the stage and was now standing on one of the smaller speakers.
I started the intro and the people in front of me tried everything to just touch my boots.
God I just love to be a musician!

Eric POV

They were playing for an hour by now.
The Music was crap.
I never got used to this.
But the audience was in ecstasy.
I must admit that Pam sometimes got good ideas.
The young ones got into a frenzy about that Mara.
She was playing with them. Giving them smirks and dirty looks.
After they ended the current song the drummer threw his drumsticks into the crowd.
The audience started to scream more and more.
It was hard to understand what they wanted, even for me.
But the Band must have understood every word.
The Singer gave Mara a predatory look and she started to laugh.
"You will like this." Pam whispered in my ear.
Thomas gave her a nod to come for him.
Slowly she walked to the middle of the stage.
Standing in front of him, she gave him a sheepish smile.
Within seconds he was behind her, his fangs into her neck.
A little moan came from her lips and the audience completely freaked out.
After a small sip of blood he let go of her.
Instantly the room was filled with the sweet smell of her blood and my fangs came out automatically.
"One day you drain me on stage dude." she laughed and ran her fingers over her neck.
She looked at the blood on her fingers and walked towards the audience.
The Vampires in the first row had their fangs extended and were hoping for a small taste.
With a dirty smirk on her face she slowly stroke her blood on one of the vampires lips.
"I told you, you would like it." Pam grinned.
"Part of the show?"
"Every time. And they love it. She smells delicious."
"In fact, she does."

Mara POV

I was exhausted.
The concert was a success, and we sold every CD we had with us.
"Mara! Think fast!" John yelled at me.
A bottle of beer flew over to me and I caught it before it could hit my head.
"Thanks man. I really needed something to drink."
"You alright? I tried not to drink too much from you."
I took a big gulp before I answered.
"I m fine. Can we go out there now? I want to bathe in our glory." "You never get enough of that huh." Thomas smiled.
"As long as I m young, famous and highly demanded ...No." and with that I got up and walked back into the Club.

Within seconds we were surrounded by Fans.
Most of them were people we knew since our first Concert back in New York City.
After some autographs and pictures we got to the bar.
I just wanted to order another beer, when someone grabbed my Shoulder.
I turned around and couldn t believe my eyes.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Watching your show, what else."
I pulled my cousin in a strong embrace.
"Oh man, Jessica I really missed you."
"Missed you too. Ya ll done a pretty good show up there." "Thanks Jess. But say, how come you re parents let you go to a place like this?" I let her out of my embrace and hopped onto one of the stools.
"Oh, Beth didn t tell ya. I don t live there anymore. I got turned and I m now stuck with my maker."
She grinned at me with a big smile.
"No, it s been months ago that I talked to Mum. Man that s great. It is great right?"
"Sure. I love it! But my maker is quite ah well..." she pointed over to a bog-standard looking guy that was talking to shithead.
"What a douche! Hope he isn t as lame as he looks."
"Well he is. Fuck that!" she giggled.

It was nice to talk to Jess again. She told me everything about her turning, her ex-Boyfriend and the lame-o of a maker.
After Mick showed up, she went off with him. But not before she told me that she has got an obsession with him.
He always had a thing for redheads so he didn t mind taking care of her.

Eric POV

Compton was talking, and talking and talking.
I stop listening to that guy years ago.
The only reason I was pretending to was Sookie.
She was pretty useful to me, so I had to deal with him.
I was really glad that his child went off with one of the band.
He instantly chased her to make sure she wouldn t do anything that could possibly be fun.

As I was walking over to the bar I saw Mara.
She was sitting on her own, drinking a beer and looked relaxed.
There was still blood on her neck, and the puncture wounds were bright red.
My canines started to tickle at the thought of the smell of her blood.
I leaned against the bar and examined her.
She still looked unimpressive to me.
But she done a good show, she knew how to do her job.
Pictures came into my mind of how she was dancing on stage.
How she moved her tush to the beat.
She looked up to me and her smile was replaced by a annoyed look.
"Did we pleased you?" her voice was dripped by sarcasm.
"Its not easy to please a Shithead like me." I replied in a harsh tone.
Her eyes dilated for a second but then got back to normal.
I could sense that she felt uncomfortable, which made me smirk.
"Well now that s unbagged..." she took another sip of her beer.
"I hope Thomas had tought you some manners."
She busted laughing.
"Yeah right. Thomas teaching ME some manners. It would be easier to find the holy fucking grail than to fulfill this lifetime job."
Oh that girl knew how to get me pissed.
She was a pain in the ass and reminded me of someone.
"Someone should."
"And that someone is you I presume?" she added with a devaluating smile.
That s it, I had enough.
I rather deal with Flanagan instead listen to this impious shit any longer.
Within a second I grabbed her arm and dragged her across the Club into my office.
That brat should know how to talk to a Sheriff.
But still I couldn t get the strange feeling off of me, that I knew this situation somehow.

Mara POV

He flung me across his office and I landed hard in front of the sofa.
Not ON the sofa, in front of it.
Lucky me!
I got up pretty quick, walked a few steps ahead of him and gave him a gaze from hell.
Best defense...nothing else.

"Fuck it. What the hell do you think you re doing. .... SHITHEAD!"
Damn I was pissed.
He just slammed the door shut and gave me a disgusting look.
Hell this guy was pretty impressive.
Built like a boxer and yeah he was pissed...again.
Man I really got a knack for that.
I had nothing to protect myself and even if, what could I do against a living bulldozer?
With the blink of an eye he was in front of me.
"You need to learn respect blood sack."
His fangs were out while he stared down at me.
I felt nervous, but tried as hard as I could to not show him.
"Blood sack? I m no freaking Happy Meal! I respect those that respect me. So fuck that shit."
His hand was around my neck, right after I ended my statement.
He pushed me up to his level and scrutinized me.
I had now idea what he was up to, but I had a hard time breathing.
His eyes came to a halt at my neck.
Great. I totally forgot about the blood on my skin.
He let go of my neck and dropped me down onto the floor.
I took my time to get up again, but I done it.
Sadly not as graceful as I wanted.

Eric POV

The blood on her skin was like an invitation.
I wanted to see that brat dead, but I also just wanted to ravish her.
Right here on my desk.

Mara POV

A mean smirk was spread across his face.
I saw that smirk many times and never liked it.
Within seconds he grabbed me again and threw me hard on his desk.
I screamed out in pain of all the stationery that was now under me.
He ripped my shirt open and the smirk became more evil than it was before.
With his hands on my chest he pushed me down so I just could move my legs.
He bend his head down and smelled at my skin.
A small growl came from his throat.
Slowly he started to lick the blood off of my skin.
Shivers where running down my spine.
I started to breath heavily and couldn t stop the goose bumps.
Even in this situation my libido betrayed me.
His fangs scratched over my skin while he was licking my neck.
And I let out a small moan.
Where the fuck did that come from?
Mh...fuck.. ah screw you libido!
I hoped he hadn t heard that, but who was i kidding.
One of his hands moved down my chest.
Over my breast and down to my waist.
Instantly i was aroused.
I really had no idea where this would be heading in the end, but for now ... never mind.
His second hand followed shortly after.
He grabbed me by the waist and turned me around.
I was laying on my stomach with my feet to the ground.
Roughly he ripped my jeans open und pulled them down, still one hand on my back to push me down.
Even if I wanted to fight against him, his one hand was enough to hold me in this position.
I felt him right behind me, his cold skin on mine.
His free hand slapped one of my cheeks and made me jump.
And with one swift move he entered me.
I grunted in surprise and pleasure.
Another slap on my ass.
I jumped again while he was laughing.
Both hands now on my waist, he started to pound hard into me.
Desperately I tried to hold onto the desk while he was just using me.
He increased his speed and I couldn t do anything but groan.
One of his hands stroked over my back and up to my head.
He grabbed my pigtail, pulled it back and made me scream.
I could feel his cold skin at my ear and knew what he wanted.
And I would give it to him without any contradiction.
I bowed my head to the left and moaned louder.
It wouldn t take much longer till I reached my point of salvation.
He pounded harder now and I had no idea how I could stand it any longer.
With a grunting sound he sank his fangs into my neck.
And with that I had my release and I screamed out loud.
But he didn t stop. Still pounding deep into me and sucking on my neck. I screamed again as another wave hit me.

Eric POV

Her blood was sweeter than I thought.
I had to stop myself or I would drain her.
At the moment I let go off her, she collapsed on my desk.
Heavily breathing she just stayed there, not moving at all.
Except for the trembling that was shaking her body.

I stepped back, zipped up my pans and leant myself against the locker.
A smirk spread over my face as I watched her while she tried the best to pull herself together.
Her ass was red from the hits which would leave a good bruise.

Mara POV

After I controlled my trembling I stood up and pulled my Jeans back on.
Standing on wobbling knees I closed my shirt and looked over to him.
He was leaning against the lockers, with no impression on his face.
The situation was awkward so I decided to just leave his office.
I walked over to the door and opened it, when he spoke.
"Hope you learned your lesson."
Was that a kinky smirk on his face?
I grinned at him.
"That needs more than this." With a wink of the eye I left his office and headed back to the Bar.

I felt weak and abused ... but in a pretty good way.
My ass hurt liked hell and I probably couldn t sit for the rest of the night.
With the loss of my blood I knew I wouldn t stand on my own any longer.
Thomas appeared in front of me with a worried look on his face.
I was more than grateful as he just pulled me up and carried me out of the Club.
"What happened to you. I felt that you were in a strange situation but couldn t recognize what it was."
He sounded more that worried.
"Its okay. I just had a .. well forget that. I m just tired."

Eric POV

I watched as Thomas carried her out of the Bar.
After they were gone I got back to my office.
Sitting behind my desk, I could still smell her scent.
My desk was a complete mess, but it was worth it.

A knock at my door caught my attention.
"What!"
Pam entered the room with a smug smile on her lips.
"Got a message for you from that Mara." I raised a brow and showed her with a wave of my hand to continue.
"Her words were; I wait for my next lesson. Hopefully it would be more exhausting than this one, shithead."
Pam gave me a Don t shoot the messenger look and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
I knew she wanted to know what that meant. "Don t you have a job to do?"
She snarled and left my office.
I leaned back in my chair and couldn t stop a smirk.
Now I knew it.
That human was the same stubborn brat like Pam.
Maybe it could be fun to educate her for some time.

Well that s it. Thanks for reading and hopefully you liked it. I apologize for this mess, but that damn line break didn´t wanted to work here on (curse you!) .

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