Chapter 2
Eric's POV
Since the Great Reveal my child Pamela and I have been running Fangtasia together. It's a wonderful little tourist bar that showcases vampires in all their alluring mystery where these blood-bags throw money at us and compete to feed us every night. My plans for the bar began as soon as I got wind of the Great Reveal. By opening, the night after the reveal my child and I were able to reap the benefits of human curiosity. Things are still going well after two years. Our parking lot is full every night, the bar is packed, and we even recently added a gift shop. Pam insisted and how can I deny her. Plus, with area profits up due to the sale of giftware, the Queen is satisfied and has little reason to disrupt my little piece of Louisiana. Not that she ever had reason or the possibility of success in disturbing me. I am her elder by over 500 years, she would do well to leave me be. She is lucky to have a loyal warrior and businessman such as me in her state. However, I am a warrior and did not realize how boring and pathetic it could be to have your food throw itself at you. That is where I am though. I sit on this throne night after night and wonder how long I can actually continue in this charade. I have managed to integrate myself into society, I have the fealty of area 5 vampires, and I have the respect, deference, and adoration of all the humans in this building. But how much is the adoration of a pathetic blood bag worth? I am pulled from my musings by my cell phone ringing. It is a very strange number made of only zeroes. Warily I answer the phone, 1000 years has taught me caution.
"Northman" I say.
"Viking it has been many years." replies the musical voice.
"Brigant, Prince you are right it has been many years. To what do I owe the pleasure?" the last time I spoke to the Prince he was quite angry over some fairy drainings which took place under my command while I was slaying his enemies.
"My pleasure? No, yours. You will owe me for this one."
"I believe the score was even when last we parted ways." I killed a few of your enemies, and then killed a few of your men.
"Ahh. It was then, but soon, I believe, you will agree with me."
"It seems unlikely Prince but you have me intrigued. Explain." Very unlikely, but it is best to listen since fairies are devious!
"Soon you will be visited by an associate of mine. She is a very special associate. I will allow her to stay in your care until I recall her to Faery. During her stay I am sure you will find many reasons that you, indeed, owe me."
"Am I to believe that you are sending me a Fae concubine or blood bag as a present? In exchange for what exactly?" I am sure my voice holds all the amusement and lust that I feel. I smirk to myself thinking of all the possibilities.
"You will watch your filthy mouth! You will not in any way disrespect the representative I send! I intended to tell you what to expect and how to handle the situation but now I believe you deserve to scramble as they say, when she gets there. Good luck Viking!"
Dial tone.
That fucking fairy hung up on me. I crushed the phone in my hand and dropped the bits of plastic into the floor. I am Eric Northman, a Viking, a sheriff, a warrior. No one treats me like this, well, except that damn Fae Prince! I stalk to my office, taking the closest fang-banger that does not reek, with me. The quality of my meal does nothing to sooth my anger. The layers of smells are revolting and the lifelessness is soul-wrenching. After the barely digestible dinner, I glamour the blood bag and return to my throne. Some of these people are beautiful by human standards but repulsive to me. How can anyone that offers themselves to everyone think they are everything?
Pam approaches me. "What has your panties in a ruffle?" she inquires with a snicker.
"I received a call from the Prince moments ago. It seems we may have very special visitor soon." I reply with venom.
"A fairy! Here! Oh master! I have never had a fairy!" says Pam practically jumping up and down.
"And you won't have this one either! The Prince seems to think the fairy he is sending is valuable as something other than a feed and a fuck."
"Yes master, though I can't wait!" Pam turns and hums as she saunters away from her master's throne.
