AN: No longer a one shot thanks to all your requests in making it into a story! Thank you to erin1705, MsEllie, Lina0504, theoneandonlykenna, nordiclover and TeaCupHuman for reviewing xx Also Thank you to all those people who added the story to Alert! Xx Oh, updates should be at least once a week, maybe more with reviews xx
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Sookie's POV
"Oh, come on Sookie. Please, you never go out anymore" Amelia tries yet again to persuade me to go to this club with her. Apparently it's a vampire bar that is very popular and gets lots of business. She is desperate to go and she has spent the last three day trying to get me to go with her; she doesn't want to go on her own, or with anyone else for that matter. Plus, she is determined to drag me out of this house and away from my thoughts. According to her I've been distant in the last week, but the reason that she thinks that; is because I keep thinking about Eric.
I keep remembering back to that night at Merlotte's when he came in, his gorgeous blue eyes as they locked with mine; when we got to mine and he made love to me. It was amazing, and yes I know he's a vampire but you can never forget something like that. Not only that, but when I woke up the next morning I found that he had entered his number in my phone. I haven't heard anything from him, so I guess he wants me to go back to him. I wasn't exactly experienced in sex, but I guess that he enjoyed the, as he would probably say it, 'fuck and feed'. Maybe he doesn't want to be the one to come to me? That would damage any vamps reputation if anyone found out that a vampire was trying to pursue a human. But that was only wishful thinking.
I shake my head as I sigh in defeat. There was no way I was going to get out of this now.
"Okay, I'll go" I tell her and she squeals in excitement. It was already 8pm, so, according to Amelia, the club should already be open. She was already dressed in a black ensemble. She was dressed in a beautiful flowing back dress that fit her in all the right places; it came to just below mid-thigh on her. I start to wonder what I'm going to wear, but Amelia was one step ahead of me when she rummaged through the massive bag she brought with her, and presented me with a red dress. It was absolutely breath taking and it would definitely suit me.
With a smile on my face, I make my way upstairs to get changed into the gorgeous dress. I had a shower about two hours ago, so my hair was clean and I smelled fine. After getting dressed I put on some light make-up and brush through my blonde locks so that it flows over my shoulders. With a quick glance in the mirror to make sure I look presentable, I make my way downstairs with my red high heels in hands. No way was I going to attempt to walk downstairs in these; I really don't want to have a broken neck. When I get downstairs I hear a little gasp before Amelia starts flooding me with compliments as we make our way to her car.
She has told me on multiple occasions that she wouldn't be seen dead in my car unless she was desperate for a ride. So we climb into her luxury car that put mine to shame. What is it with everyone driving such sexy cars that make mine look garbage?
Eric's POV
I was sat in my throne so the vermin could admire me. I didn't particularly enjoy this part of the job, but if I wish for my business to maintain its popularity I have to put up with it. My body language screams out uninterested and bored. The only thing that kept my mind even remotely occupied was the thought of that sweet southern belle I had the other week. Her image was still fresh in my mind; her blonde hair that was almost in loose curls. Her bright blue eyes, her beautiful body. She was perfect. When I first saw her I assumed she was just one of those usual blondes you would find.
You know, the ones who always want to look amazing and mouth-watering; the ones who always fuss over their hair and nails. But my southern belle was different; when she approached my table she radiated intelligence and politeness. Then later on that night she proved to me that she wasn't one to be messed with when she told me off for trying to glamour her. When she admitted that she was a telepath she seemed quite shocked that I didn't know. Should I have known? I had to leave the thoughts of Sookie when a pathetic excuse for a human comes over to me.
She curtseyed slightly in her all too tight black dress. What is it with these humans and associating black with us vampires? She began to offer herself to me but I wasn't having any of it. Since being with that telepath I haven't found any interest in these scoundrels. I was so keen on having my telepath again, that I left my number in her phone. Just in the hopes that she may consider phoning me.
"Leave me" I told the woman firmly, letting my authority lace through my voice. She apologises before taking off with a huff; what is it with them huffing when I do not take them up on their offers? It's ridiculous.
Just as I was about to resign for the night a sweet smell invades my senses. Who is that amazing smell coming from? At first I would have said that it was a fairy, but the fae know not to present themselves in front of vampires. Their smell is so intoxicating to us, that we cannot help ourselves. If we catch one, we drain them. They are a treat indeed. So if it is not a fairy, then what or who is it. It was a familiar smell, one that was still fresh on my senses. So I must have smelled this scent before.
"Have you seen the new arrivals?" Pam asks as she walks up next to me, indicating her head towards the bar.
I look over there and see a tall woman and a slightly smaller woman at the bar. One was in a black dress and the other in a mystical red dress. My attention remained on the blonde one with the red dress, for some reason I couldn't move my gaze from her. I was almost willing her to turn around so I could see her face. Almost as if she could sense this, she turns around and catches my eyes instantly. Well, what do you know? It was my sweet telepathic southern belle. I wonder what brings her to my club. I stand up from my throne and make my way through the vermin, all of them parting like the red sea to let me through. The ones that didn't move I push to the side, not with enough force to injure them. But with enough force so they got my point.
Sookie's POV
We were at the bar and I had just finished ordering my gin and tonic when I got the feeling that someone was watching me. I turn around and lock eyes with the gorgeous blonde vampire from before. He was sat on a throne that was on a raised platform; he was dressed in a black wife beater, dark jeans and boots. He looks almost the same as when I saw him at Merlotte's, the only difference is that he was wearing jeans that hugged his ass perfectly and his boots were cleaner. I wonder if that was his usual outfit. The only reason I knew the jeans hugged his amazing ass perfectly was because he got up and began to make his way to me. I felt my breath hitch when he was close enough to touch.
"Sookie" he greets with a fangy smile.
"Eric" I nod my head in greeting. Angering a vampire is one thing that I refuse to do.
"You smell…delicious" I didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or not. Especially seeing as he was practically smelling my neck. Was he smelling me or my blood? Most likely my blood, I confirm with myself before my eyes lock with his. Amelia suddenly makes herself scarce when she realises what's happening around her.
"Now, lover, what brings you to Fangtasia?" he inquires with a raised eyebrow.
"My friend wanted me to come with her" I inform him. Not that I had to.
"Well, seeing as you are here, can I ask you a favour? It would be a great help to me" he asks.
"Depends what it is you have in mind"
"I have some…business, that I wish to deal with. Problem is that the man I need information from is a human. You are a telepath; your ability would be very helpful. You can either help me, or I can torture him until he tells me everything I wish to know" he informs me, leaving me with an ultimatum (my word of the day from my calendar). It was all down to me. Do I help him or do I let him torture, maybe even kill, a man. I would hate to be the reason for his death, so I guess I'm left
with no choice.
AN: Please can you all look into my other Sookie Stackhouse story called 'Anomalous Ammy' thank you. And if I can get 3 reviews I will update again tomorrow. Otherwise you will have to wait till Saturday next week due to me being away without my
