Summary:
It has been five years since Eric Northman and his two progenies; Pam and Willa had launched their New Blood business. The population of vampires had been reduced due to the Hep-V epidemic. Business had been going well until a new drug hit the market, called Devil's Crown, which has been monopolizing business for its effects on all species and reducing blood thirst. The owner is just a clever mortal woman, named Morrigan and Eric doesn't know whether to work with, kill or kiss her.
Welcome to Sin City...
Eric Northman sat still in the limousine with an open folder glancing over the boring and nearly useless intel about the unknown owner of Devil's Crown. He glanced over at Pam, and Willa, whom sat across from him reading gossip magazines. "Is this the only intel we have?" He asked, Pam. They had left Bon Temp and Fangtasia to find the seller and either convince them to work with New Blood or eliminate them in Las Vegas. Everyone Eric and Pam had sent either came up empty or disappeared, which had become considerably troublesome for them.
It has already been over twenty-two hours since they had touched down in McCarran International Airport and they were currently heading to their hotel.
"Afraid so and our analysis team can't seem to figure out what the hell is in Devil's Crown. I've talk to a few people, whom believe that a vampire is running the show somewhere in here, but no one knows seems to know who it is." Pam replied in her usual prissy manner.
"We need more, dig some more." Eric replied as he contemplated their move. This drug was stealing serious business. The drug itself satisfies vampires enough that they don't need drink New Blood.
"Devil's Crown…sounds so cool. I heard it really gives you a crazy euphoric high, it's suppose to make you 'feel like a king' or whatever. Can I try it?" Willa said excited as she looked up at Eric for answer. She was still very much childish and new vampire.
"No." Eric replied automatically.
"Aw, why not? Plenty of vamps I know have tried it which means it has to be safe!" Willa whined.
Eric glanced Pam to explain, who quickly rolled her eyes, "It's your turn to explain shit to her, not me. Vamp-sitting makes me wrinkly and pissed."
"Pam." Eric said in monotone, in no mood as he closed the folder, he held.
"Gosh, why do you guys always do that? I am not a baby." Willa frowned with a pout.
"No shit." Pam said icy tone, but one look from Eric, forced her hand. "Ugh, did you forget what happened with Hep-V? We don't know anything about this drug, other than its sucking our cash flow business. Is that clear enough for you?"
"Uh, fine. When are going to get to hotel already, I'm hungry? The last guy barely filled me up." Willa asked crossing her arms.
"Something I actually agree with her on." Pam added with a raise eyebrow.
"We're almost there." Eric told them, and sure enough, the car came to a stop at Mandarin Oriental.
The night sky was black, but the city was lit up with neon lights, and filled with all kinds of temptation. It had certainly been a long time since Eric had been in Vegas. Of course, the city has really changed much. They all quickly got out of the limousine and headed towards the hotel.
"Remind me what the plan is?" Pam asked as they in a flash entered the hotel. They new nothing about the drug or who was running it. The only thing they were certain of is that it whoever is behind it was dangerous enough to be a threat to their business.
"Find the owner and have a little chat with him." Eric said looking at her.
"Can't we just find him, take the formula, and kill him?" Pam replied, wanting the problem to be solved.
"That can happen later, if he proves uncooperative." Eric said with a smile.
So this is my first writing a fanfiction, hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own True Blood or the Sookie Stakehouse Series.
It's short, but it will get into a bit more detailed as we go along.
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