Three Words: I hate you
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Chapter Two: I don't like you very much
As the two were struck by awkward glances, the bar seemed to fall silent for them. The ruckus of the blaring music were blocked out by the under-enthused vampire and strong-hearted Were. The vampire was first to step down from the stage, her golden funnels were whisped back by brief wind of movement. The Were stayed still. His nostrils flared, taking in the strange, foreign scent of the vampiress. The green concentrated orbs of the Were looked elsewhere now, wary of the predator stare of the cold being. The vampire seemed to be distracted, as she sauntered over to a dark-skinned vampire, Tara.
"You suck at bartending, kiddo. Get on the pole.", Pam said so straight-forwardly.
Tara rolled her dark orbs and hopped over the counter.
"Good. I didn't like the picky customers." the Progeny snapped back.
Pam's POV
What the fuck is she thinking to talk to me like that? I thought we were getting along now. Well, not getting along...more of getting better acquianted. Seems to me that we would never be any closer than being best friends. Ok, that made me sound like a dweeb.
"Do I care for your opinion? No, I don't. Now, get on that fucking pole."
That outta straighten her out. Mmmm I'd say it did. I smirk with glee as I watched my stubborn ass Progen slump, and walk over to the pole. This might distract me a bit from that gruffy-smelling Were.
Alcide's POV
For some reason, I felt the vampire was trying to avoid me, like I was some pest. See, that's what I hate about vampires. They always think they are on top, and we are the low class. They look down at us as if we were flea-ridden little shits. To be honest, I think they are scared. I think they use us as pets, snce they know we can beath the shit out of them.
Like I give a fuck about that Barbie fanger anyway. It was just her scent that threw me off...and...and her pale legs, even how her skirt rides up to show her thighs.
I like nice girls, but this woman was like a tramp, a trampy bitch who can't even look at me straight in the eye.
Fuck me, why do I have a hard-on? That bitch will always remain a bitch. No Were, even I, could even dare step over to her without her protesting. None would be able to touch that thigh, which was revealed when her skirt rose, to grab her by her golden hair and yank her to my hardened member, which twitched because of the stupid vixen outfit she wore. Her full lips were tempting to squeeze and so were her mounds, peering up and over her corset. Uggghhh, fuck my manhood. Should I go up to her? No, that's fucking suicide, but that makes me a sissy.
None had made a sudden movement. Were nor vampire had moved. After a while, the vampire was behind the bar, and the Were's lips watered for a drink. He hid his erected manhood as best as he could, as he stepped by the bar. Pam arched a golden brow. She carefully stared the Were down.
"Can I help you?" She asked flatly.
Alcide kept his composure, as his green eyes fell on her blue ones. He placed a large tanned hand on the bar, ready to order a drink wihtout stuttering.
"I would like some whiskey, two shots...please.."
Pam's POV
So, a Were comes all the way to Fangtasia to down a whiskey? Two shots? Weres never come around here. In fact, I never, ever spoke to a Were. How would I, without vomitting at their fowl smell? That is, if a vampire could be capable of puking.
"Comin' right up"
What the fuck is wrong with me? I do not take orders from an idiotic wolf. Fuck that, but I can't make business look bad 'cuz Eric would have my ass, wherever the hell he was.
Ok, so I slide the wolf a drink. There, Pam, it's all good. That's all you had to fucking do. Then, his deep voice, which for some reason makes the blonde hair behind my neck stand on end, pipes up.
"Thanks", he says.
Thanks? Now, Weres had manners? What kind of universe am I living in? I turn on my heels to face him.
"What did you say?"
The Were looked strucked, as if I played Naughty Teacher and slapped his desk with a wooden ruler.
"I believe I said, 'Thanks' ", he says.
Oh, I know what he fucking said. I'm just shocked Weres had manners all of a sudden. Next thing you know, they would all come clean to the world.
All I do is nod, and then mind my business, but no...he has to speak again.
"What? Weres can't have manners now?" he asks with a charming grin.
Pfft...like I thought he was charming.
"Never said so, Were. Never met one who had 'em"
The Were chuckled with a boyish twinkle in his green eyes. Yuck.
"I bet you've never even spoke to one", he says.
It's like he read my fucking mind, that prick.
"How would you know?"
The Were leant over the bar counter, as I step back from his smell.
"Because, I have never seen you around my pack. You are always with Northman.", he says.
What is he trying to say with that, that I am some dog attached to Eric? Well, our bond is gone, and I'm a lone dog. Ugh, why did I use that?
I say nothing, and usually I have a snappish remark. No dog catches my tounge. I just...well, I don't like him. After a while, his prescence near me, I sense something strange. I know arousal when I smell it. He had a fucking hard-on.
So, I peer over my shoulder just for a moment. Good. He was watching the dancers.
If a Were had a hard-on 'cuz of me, that would be retarted, although it may have been flattering.
Alcide's POV
She had nothing to say. Ha. I heard you can never get her to shut up, and I wanted her to. She thought she was all witty and a bag of chips. I perhaps hurt her pride a little. So much for a stuck-up vampire. My fucking hard-on was still there and I felt like just slamming it down. I think it's best not to watch that concieted vampire for a minute.
I look over to the pole dancers. They were pretty damn good. If Pam ever noticed I had a hard-on , she would probably assume it was 'cuz of the dancers. I then felt eyes on me. I turn back over to see Pam mixing drinks. I bet she was looking at me. I don't know, but I think she may even have the hots for me , but is too high and almighty to admit it.
Pam's POV
He was looking back at me. What the fuck, am I a show?
"What do you fucking want?"
Haha, gotta admit...it was priceless to see his face.
"Uh...nothing. I am here for a fucking drink. What's up your ass?" he says.
Who the fuck does he think he is talking to?
"Nothing i, you flea-ridden shit"
I ain't never seen a Were mad, but those raging green orbs looked like fucking danger. He growled lowly like some crazy animal.
"What the fuck did you just call me, vamper?" he shouts at max volume.
I could feel Tara's eyes on me, and I would show her that I wasn't scared of a savage like him.
"I said...and I quote... ' .Shit' "
The Were quickly jumped over the fucking bar counter and slammed me against the wall, which was out of limits...and boy was I pissed.
"Get the fuck off of me!"
"Say it again, vamper!", he seethed at me.
Alcide's POV
Ohhhh boy. What did I get myself into? Wait a minute, no...not me. She fucking started it. I enjoyed seeing the startled blue vampiric eyes, staring at me. I watched as her fangs clicked out as if something else startled her. I glnaced down for a moment and realized what it was.
Ha. My hard-on was up against her, and she mighta been amazed at the size.
Honestly, that's what I think. Her sultry tone finally snapped me out of my thoughts.
" .Shit." she made sure I heard it.
Oh, that bitch. She was asking for it. I snarled by her ear and gripped that golden hair I craved to touch. It felt like silk through my fingers.
"You uppity brat"
Suddenly, I fet a frigid grip on my shoulder. I glance back to see a dark-skinned vampire. It was Sookie's friend, Tara.
"Get the fuck off of her, you smelly bastard!" she yells.
Why was Tara protecting this concieted brat? I saw her fangs slide out as well and noticed Pam was perhaps her Maker.
"Well, tell your Maker to keep her trap shut before she gets into trouble."
I let Pam loose and heard her hissing behind me.
"It doesn't work that way, Were. She's the Progeny...I am the Maker. I tell her what to do." Pam explains.
I roll my eyes. I didn't think Tara liked what Pam said either 'cuz her eyes rolled as well.
Pam's POV
I don't like this fucking Were very much. He fucking slams me into a wall like he has a fucking right to.
"Do me a favor, wolf, and get the fuck out of my bar"
The Were looks at me with anger in his green eyes and a trace of...lust?
"Oh I will..." he says.
He starts leaving and I feel relieved, so does Tara.
"And don't worry..." he starts.
Why is he still talking?
"You will be seeing me again.", he finishes.
Next thing I know it, he is out of the door. He doesn't fucking scare me. 'You will be seeing me again'. Pah! Who's he to threaten me? Fuck him. I don't like this wolf and hope he rots in hell...
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