It was later that day when Roux heard from Sookie, they made arrangements to meet at the vampire bar, called Fangtasia in Shreveport. Sookie was able to get off early so they could go. Roux had almost completely settled into her house, she climbed the stairs to figure out what she wanted to wear. Opening the door to her armoire, she grabbed a few dresses and threw them on her bed. After trying on a few, she finally settled on a navy rose printed tank dress paired with heeled ankle boots, she left the top two buttons open in front and wore her favorite amber necklace carved with a rose on it. She looked at the clock, it was almost nine o'clock and she was to meet them there soon. She pulled her long dark hair into a pony and let tendrils fall where they may, added a bit of rouge her lips and a bit of mascara. Going downstairs, she grabbed keys and headed to her car. The drive to Shreveport wasn't very long, it was nice to turn up the music and there was no lying to herself, she was nervous. Reaching into her bag, she lit a cigarette and cleared her head. She needed to focus her energy, she focused on the amethyst cluster in her bag and tried to foresee how this might play out. Something was clouding vision, she didn't like going into things blindly but what could she do?
She pulled into the parking lot, saw Sookie and Bill getting out of what she could only assume was his vehicle. Roux met them at the door, "Hey Sook, you look adorable." Sookie hugged her. The doorman was a woman, she was tall with blonde hair and full lips.
"Bill, haven't seen you for a while." She said. She was laced in a black leather corset.
"I'm mainstreaming." He replied.
"Who's the doll?"
"Pam this is Sookie, Sookie this is Pam." He introduced Sookie.
Sookie extending her hand with a smile said, "Pleased to meet you."
Pam just stared at her had hand, unamused, then looked over to Roux. "And you are?"
"Rouxena." she said flatly.
Pam looked at both ladies, "Can I see some ID? I can no longer tell human ages, we must careful we serve no minors..." She looked at Sookie's driver's license, and then Roux's, "...In any capacity. 25, huh, how sweet it is." She returned their IDs.
They strolled over to the bar, Wow, talk about awkward, Roux thought. She scanned the crowd, and watched the vampire dancers on platforms move at abnormal speeds. The bartender greeted Bill and ensued the normal small talk, Sookie ordered a gin and tonic. The bartender then turned to Roux, "I'll have an Old Fashioned."
Bill continued the conversation, "Longshadow, Sookie has a couple of questions she would like to ask you, would that be acceptable?" The tattooed vampire just stared back.
"I have a couple of pictures that I would love for you to look at." Sookie said, pulling out photos of both Dawn and Maudette. Then showed them to Longshadow. "Do you recognize any of these women?" Longshawdow placed the photos down in front of him, as he prepared their drinks.
He confirmed that he had seen them there and that Maudette wanted to die because anyone that came there wanted to die - one way or another. It's what vampires are, death. As they walked to a hightop table, Sookie felt the minds of the bodies around her and Roux tried to feel the energy, so much dark aura. Indeed, death was near. Sookie and Bill talked about the man who sat on a throne with long blonde hair. Before they mentioned he was the oldest vampire there, Roux picked up a sort of distant memory. It smelled of the sea air and frost on blades of grass. This was Eric's energy, Roux then turned around and met his frosty, blue gaze. She tried to pass over his as if nonchalantly looking around but she knew he noticed her. Way to stay under the radar, Roux.
"All anyone can think about here is sex, sex, sex." Sookie said. And she was right, Roux could feel the desperation permeating from every human's aura.
"Don't need to be telepathic to pick up on that." Bill replied, then he looked to where this Eric sat, "Uh-oh."
"Don't say uh-oh, vampires are not supposed to say uh-oh." Sookie replied.
"It's Eric, he's scanned us twice." Bill looked at the two women with him. "He's going to summon us."
"He can do that?" she cried, incredulously.
"Oh, yeah." Was all Bill could say before Eric gestured for them to come to him.
Pam whispered into Eric's ear, and straightened to full height as they approached. Bill escorted Sookie up the stairs and Roux followed them onto the platform where Eric sat. Standing before the blonde vampire, Eric greeted them. "Bill Compton, it has been a while."
"Yes, well I've been-"
"Mainstreaming." Eric mocked Bill in a similar voice. Cocking a brow, "I heard. I see that is going well for you..." he trailed looking from Sookie, then resting his gaze upon Rouxena, who stood on the opposite side of Bill.
"Uh, well Eric this is my friends-"
"Sookie Stackhouse and Rouxena Alexander."
"How do you know my name?" Sookie asked. Roux remained quietly observant.
Pam replied, "I never forget a pretty face, two much less. You're in my vault." Pam then looked to Roux, and her brow cocked up as Pam pointed to her head.
"Great! That's just great." Sookie said nervously.
"It's nice to meet you." Roux piped up, wanting to cut the conversation short. She didn't approve of his interest.
"Well aren't you sweet." Eric replied, condescendingly.
"Not really." Roux quipped. Bill shot her a look, as did Sookie. Eric only chuckled and conversed with Pam in a foreign language.
"Miss Stackhouse, I understand you have been asking questions about some of my customers."
"Yes, I have."
"If you have anything to ask, you should ask it of me." He gave her a very direct look.
"Alrighty." Sookie handed him the same photos she showed to Longshadow and Eric said that Maudette had been there and offered herself to him, and he did taste of Dawn. Pam confirmed it.
"On account of the vault?" Roux asked, impatient to leave. Bill and Sookie looked at her disapprovingly.
"I haven't had them; not my taste." Pam quipped.
"Well thank you very much, that is all your time I need to take." Sookie put away the photos.
"I'm not finished with you yet." Eric said. "Please, sit." He gestured to the chairs on either side of him, Bill stood behind Sookie as Roux sat on Eric's left. "So, Bill, are you quite attached to your friend?" Eric asked about Sookie.
"She is mine." Bill growled.
"How about this one?" Eric turned to Roux.
Roux glared at him, "I belong to no one. Not even you."
"Oh, what a pity, for me." Eric emphasized. Bill and Sookie shifted, they were very much as uncomfortable as Roux was. Eric then spoke to Bill, "We have catching up to do. It's been too long."
Then Sookie shot Rouxena a look, "We have to get out of here,"
Roux peeking into Sookie's mind said, "Eric, we have to get out of here. The cops are coming. There's going to be a riot."
"Tell me you're not an undercover cop." Eric threatened.
"We aren't, but that man in the hat is." Sookie piped up.
"Well if you're right, then we are doing nothing illegal here." Eric assured them.
Roux took the auric temperature of the club, "That's right but there is a vampire feeding on the human you kicked earlier in the ladies' room."
Sookie confirmed this. "That's right."
"How do you know this?" intensity arose in Eric's eyes.
"FREEZE!" We heard someone call. The club guests' were alarmed.
"Follow me." Eric jumped to attention and led them out the back door.
Bill picked up Sookie, and as Eric and Pam hurried along, Eric turned to Roux, "I enjoyed meeting you, Miss Alexander. You will come again."
Roux waited a little while before returning to the parking lot for her car. Bill and Sookie were well on their way home, and Rouxena desperately needed a cigarette. Before heading back to Bon Temps, Roux decided to stop by the future home Boutique Alexander, her new shop. As she examined her product, her thoughts went back to her night at Fangtasia. Roux couldn't forget this vampire Eric, his intensity sure was not making it easier. What was that? 'You will come again.' she mimicked his voice in her head. Seriously though, who talks like that anymore?
Eric returned to his now empty club, the police had finished questioning customers and not a soul was in sight, with the exception of his beautiful progeny Pam. "Pam will get someone to clean this up?" Eric asked her.
"Someone, as in me?" she sassed him.
He merely smiled as he turned to retreat to his office. Taking off his jacket, he tossed it on the leather couch on his left and sat behind his desk. His thoughts returned to the events of the evening. Shutting his eyes, he recalled the first time he saw Roux walking into Fangtasia, the way her curls bounced when she walked and that delicate dress hung elegantly on her petite frame. The way her eyes flashed to his as if she was aware that he had been watching her all along. There was mystery about her and he wanted to know more.
Eric picked up his phone, dialing a number, "Find what you can on a Rouxena Alexander, 25 years old."