Well, here's chapter two. Maybe it'll inspire a review or two? Please?

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And there she was, smiling like an angel, walking up to me at the bar. She was wearing that white and gold dress, hair curled and laying loose on her shoulders, black eyeliner on – she looked like she was on a mission. I gave her a dry smile as I waited for Chow to fill my order. I clicked my nails nervously on the counter, hoping he would hurry up. At least then I could be all "Oh, sorry, way too busy to sit and chat!" But I had no luck, there she was, next to me.

Chow came up immediately and sized her up. I guess he liked what he saw, that, or Pam mentioned I had a sister stopping by. I didn't know if she thought it was a good or bad thing, but I knew she was interested. Pam wasn't entertained easily, especially by humans. I could never get a smile out of her. But when I mentioned my sister was coming in, and I failed to hide my annoyance at the fact, she became interested.

Who could annoy little ol' Ginger? The girl who practically worships the undead? Someone must be really annoying to have this affect on her. And I guess they were right – it was a little strange that I was totally ok with someone feeding off of a human but appalled at my sisters actions. Whatever. I rolled my eyes and she noticed.

"Hey sis." She nodded towards me, "Rough night, already?" Looking to Chow, she gave him her best smile and said, "Rum and Ginger Ale, please."

"Strange order." I mumbled, and realizing she must have heard me I turned back to her, "You could say that. A tourist earlier kept begging to meet my boss for one on one time and she had to be taken care of. Why Ginger Ale?"

"Oh, it's what I've been drinking lately. I had been strictly liquor & Schweppes, but I'm kind of over it. " She looked around the bar, "Where is your fearsome boss, anyways?"

I had mentioned how old Eric was, well, I didn't know for sure – I estimated around 1300 years but we didn't really have those one on one chats. In fact, I was only ever alone with him when he hired me. We never sat down to talk. Yes, he gave me orders and we talked in passing, but we didn't have any type of friendship going on. I talked to Pam more, but only because she had to put on a face in front of the crowd. Usually I was just referred to as the help, but I was good at my job and took it seriously – that's why they kept me around.

Plus, I was really, really good about the drama that goes on around here. Now, I've never seen anything too violent, lucky me – but if I did, I'm sure I would handle it well.

I knew that they could trust me, and they knew that they could trust me, so we had a nice circle going on. I knew I could trust them to pay me and not kill me – and pay me well, I mean. They knew I could be asked to do any sort of favor. I didn't really have a moral high ground, but that was ok with me. It was my choice.

Now I was sure Sadie would blow it for me. "Oh, he's…probably out tonight." Actually, according to the schedule it was his night to make an appearance for the guests. That's how these things worked, Eric or some other high power vamp had to make an appearance to appease the crowd. I could yell and make a fuss about Sadie and have her kicked out, but Pam would probably be onto me. And you know, she probably told Eric. She told him everything. Did he even care? Probably not, but I guess he needed to know.

This morning, before I came in, I tried to tell Sadie to stay away from him. I said if she were planning on dealing with a vampire tonight to go with a young one or a weak seeming one. They existed. And sure, a young one would be more likely to kill her but…no, stop that, Ginger! She's family!

"Master Eric?" Chow asked, pushing the drink in front of her, using his most reverent tones in front of the guests, "He'll be out any minute now. Do you wish to meet him?"

Wait a sec – why was Chow smiling like that? Was Sadie looking good, food-wise to him? Hmm…

"I don't know, do I?" She asked me, more than herself.

"N-" I started to say no when Chow butted in, "You should, it would be a pity to come to Fangtasia on a night when he is here entertaining and you miss it." I swear, he winked at her just then.

She laughed nervously and sipped her drink, "It's great, what do I owe you?"

"Cashing out already?" He leaned towards her and I hand to hold myself back. I had customers waiting! Chances are, since they were humans, they wouldn't be dumb enough to complain, but still!

"Put her on my tab, Chow." I nodded towards my tray and he glared at me for a second before turning to mix my drinks.

"Thanks, Ging. But…why?"

"Why not? Besides, I'm the one with the job, you're not." I shrugged and walked off with my tray.

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Ginger's sister was pretty; I'll give her that. She seemed smart too, not just book smart, but a street smart; almost as if she'd seen a big part of the world in her short life. Humans rarely attract my interest, outside of Sookie Stackhouse, I haven't found an interesting one in a long time.

Ginger was loyal so the most we could hope for was that her sister would be the same. I doubted it though; mainly because of the look on her face when she told me she'd be visiting. So she became a person of interest then and there. Ginger was quiet and always did as she was told, and one major thing was that not only did she work at a vampire bar, but also she loved it. She'd do anything for this job, and she has more times than she knows. So who could get under her skin?

Expecting a sibling rivalry and a good show, I couldn't wait to meet her. I told Eric that Ginger had a special guest and since it was going to be a slow night – Tuesday – he'd probably enjoy the entertainment. Then she actually arrived.

I personally, and I've got a feeling Eric as well, was expecting a mousy blonde, someone identical to Ginger. We expected short-shorts and a ratty t-shirt, assuming she'd be a hick or a redneck – not that there is anything wrong with those types of people, after all they were a good portion of our clientele. But what we weren't expecting was someone dressed with class, as if they weren't raised in backwoods Louisiana. Her dark black hair and her blue eyes…she was what we like to call…delicious. And that was before we had even smelled her, but just let me tell you, she didn't let down there either.

I don't know, specifically, why it is certain humans smell better than other. Sometimes its purely grooming, others its attitude. In Sookie Stackhouse's case, it was the type of magic running through her veins. But for Sadie Harper, I'd have to say it was her attitude along with something else, in her blood. I wanted a taste that was all I knew. And I assumed it would be very, very easy.

After I let two men who were on there 4th date in, (why did they think I needed to know that?) I came face to face with Sadie. She smiled at me and pushed her ID my way. "They made a cute couple." She commented, clearly testing the water.

I stared at her blonde hair in the photo and compared it to the girl in front of me, "Mhm, didn't they? The brunette tastes much better than his companion though." I smiled a fang-y smile, "But don't ask me how I know."

Her smile didn't falter, but she was now looking past me into the doors, trying to get a glimpse of the club. "You're Ginger's sister, aren't you?"

I passed the card back to her and when she reached for it, I didn't let go. "I guess she talks about me." Was her response.

"No, I just happen to be friends with a psychic."

"What else did she tell you about me?" She wasn't concerned, more amused.

"She said you would taste delicious." With that I let go of the card. She put it back into her purse and walked away without another word, though her smile became more strained.

She was certainly a meal to watch.

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As the night went on, I joined Eric atop his "throne" and told him about our encounter.

"She will come up here, why else would she be here?" He asked, but it was clearly rhetorical. He had a point, you don't come to Fangtasia dressed like that if you were just visiting your sister.

"Are you planning on offering a job here?" I asked.

"We'll see how it plays out. Look who it is now." And there she was, waltzing towards us both. She stopped right before the staircase and looked up, waiting for some sort of signal that it was ok.

Eric made a come-forth gesture with his finger and she came up, only sitting down once he gestured towards the chair again.

"You're Eric, yes? The owner?" She had a small, polite I would say, smile on her face and I noticed a bit of southern accent was still in her. She seemed uncertain of her surroundings for the first time tonight. I noticed she swished her drink around nervously.

"I am. This is my child Pam. And you would be the infamous Sadie Harper, Gingers sister, no?"

And then he did it – he flashed her his million-dollar smile. This girl had no hope.

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Just as I set a Tru:Blood A Positive down in front of my newest customer and his human, I spotted them. Sadie, Eric & Pam, all up there together, chatting. I don't know what was stranger, the fact that they all looked comfortable or the fact that they were all talking as if they were old high school buddies.

I wished I could listen in on every thing that was being said but instead I just waited on tables nearby in hopes of getting a little bit. My behavior must have been obvious, especially to someone like Pam or Eric – they've seen it all! But I was nervous.

Suddenly I realized how dumb it was to bring Sadie here. I don't know or understand why Eric would want to meet her. At first I assumed it was because I acted weird when asking Pam to let her in but that couldn't be in. In fact, I didn't even have to tell Pam she was coming. I think the only reason I did it was because I had hoped she'd deny her entrance.

No, that couldn't possibly be enough to get their attention. If the answer was as simple as it seemed, then we were in trouble. It seemed like they were bored or hungry, perhaps both. Sadie was new in town, she knew me and I wasn't about to talk about vampires in a negative way. She was also beautiful and she was smart. Was that enough to make yourself eligible to be a meal for Eric Northman? If so, well…

Maybe I should be really concerned. I know all I do is complain about her and I don't regret that, but I didn't want her to die. Not really. I just wanted her to go away! So maybe they wouldn't kill her, just scare her away. After all, if Pam is any example, humans weren't that entertaining, and if you found them amusing, it always faded eventually. Kind of ironic coming from someone who'd be out of business without them. I guess when you're that old; things just lose their meaning. Or their meaning changes.

I got caught up with the crowd and next thing I knew they were all laughing together. I almost went up there and yelled at her – GET OUT OF HERE, THIS IS MY WORK, THIS ISN'T YOUR WORLD, IT'S MINE! But that was petty and mean. Well, fine. I could be petty and mean…no, Ginger.

I sighed and went back to work, only to look back later and notice that both Eric & Sadie were missing. And there were still 6 hours of night left.

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So, the story is off to a slow start, which I apologize for. If you bear with me, hopefully we can agree that it's improved. I'm trying!

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