Chapter 2: Tall, Blond, and Irritating?

A/N: Hi! I just wanted to say, thank you so frickin' much for the follows and favorites. It made me so happy seeing that people were actually enjoying my writing. Also, a huge thanks to my reviewer, ElvenVamp! She/He mentioned that my writing/Anna seems slightly childish. So, throughout the story I'll be working on that. Hopefully we can get her, and me, to mature some. ^-^ Anyways, here is Chapter 2. Enjoy!

I got on the small private jet/plane thing, waving to Godric through the window. He waved back, then climbed into his car and drove away. I leaned back in my seat, putting my earbuds in and cranking up the music. AC/DC, man. Gotta love 'em. I fell asleep on the plane ride, which I was thankful for. I didn't like planes, and I didn't know how long I would be stuck in this death trap for. Bleh.

When I woke up, the pilot informed me we would be landing within 10 minutes. I thanked him, and took a couple minutes to stretch my legs out as much as I could in the cramped aircraft.

Godric had told me there would be a limo waiting to pick me up and take me to a bar called Fangtasia, which apparently Northman ran. He also told me to tell the Sheriff that I was sent by Godric, and all should be good. He then continued to say, that if the Sheriff didn't believe me I should tell him "this". And then Godric said something in a foreign language. I forgot what it was. I be screwed.

Once the plane landed, there was indeed a limo waiting. I thanked the pilot, again, then descended the stairs and walked to the limo. The driver hopped out and opened the door for me, and I climbed in. I felt awkward. I wasn't use to this kind of treatment. I could never afford a plane ticket, let alone a private plane. And the limo... hell, what would I even need a limo for?

The ride to the bar, which was in Shreveport, was rather awkward. I didn't know if I should try to make conversation with the driver, or what. And the driver was playing some sort of classical music, and I didn't know if it would be rude or not to put my earbuds in and listen to my music. Ah, the internal struggles I have. I ended up just sitting there, staring at my hands as I clasped and unclasped them. It was thrilling.

When we finally, finally!, reached the bar, the driver quickly got out and opened my door. I smiled and thanked him. He bowed, he friggin' bowed, then got back in the limo and drove off. I looked toward the bar to see a line of people waiting to get in. And they were all staring at me. Creeps.

I strode up to the chick who was carding people. "The line ends back there," She said, speaking in a monotone voice, pointing to the very back of the very long line.

"Uh, yeah, I'm here to see Eric Northman," I said, trying to look important, though I accomplished looking about as important as a rat. Joys.

"Do you have an appointment?" She questioned, her voice as emotional as a rock.

"Er, I don't think so... I don't know if he told him I'd be coming or not... He probably doesn't know, or else he wouldn't have told me to tell him that he had sent me... But then again," I said, starting to ramble in my nervousness, "He could have just been trying to be cautious. He's always telling me..."

"Okay, okay. Go on in, Eric's in his office. Just go through the door on your right." She said, rolling her eyes.

I let out a quiet sigh as I walked through the doors, into... a total cliché vamp bar. It was red and black, people in tight leather outfits, and... dancers. Ugh, just ugh. I pushed my way through the gyrating bodies, locating the door Emotionless Lady had mentioned. I knocked on the door.

"Come in," a voice called out.

I opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. I turned and saw a man with long blond hair sitting at a desk, a laptop open before him. He was... beautiful to say the least. Black wife-beater shirt, what looked like black jeans and combat boots, and long blond hair. His icy blue eyes flickered up to me. "Er, hi. Are you Eric Northman?"

"Who's asking?" Blondie replied coolly, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

I rolled my eyes, saying "Me," In a duh-no-shit-bruh voice. He just stared at me, and I started getting fidgety. What if this guy wasn't him? What if the guys who were after me were out in that club, tracking me down? What if Blondie was working for the other guy? "Look, I really need to see the Sheriff. If you're not him, let me know so I can leave and go find him." I said.

"Why do you need to see the Sheriff, human?" He snapped, leaning forward, resting his elbows on the desk.

"That's my business to discuss with the Sheriff, not some random vamp with an attitude problem." I snarked back, putting a hand on my hip, narrowing my eyes at the dick.

He smirked suddenly, leaning back once again. "I am the Sheriff of this area."

Oh. Shit. I let out a nervous chuckle, "Well, this just got really awkward."

"What do you need, human?" He asked, his tone becoming impatient.

"Er, your protection," I said with a shrug. I didn't like Blondie. His mood swings were reminding me of a PMSing teenager. Combine that with vamp, and shit hits the fan.

"And why," He drawled out, looking impossibly bored, "would I help you?"

"Godric sent me...?" I said it like a question, another nervous habit. Damn my nerves to hell. "He said you could 'watch over me' whilst he be away," I added, shrugging, trying to calm my nervousness. I just really wished I was back home, so I could tackle Godric with a hug...

Suddenly, I was pinned to the wall by my neck, Blondie baring his fangs at me, holding me off the ground. "Who really sent you? Godric never involves himself with humans. He wouldn't send you here for protection!" He growled in my face.

Dickhead. I tried to remember what Godric had told me to tell Blondie, but it was in another friggin' language! How the hell was I supposed to remember that? "Ehh, Godric told me that if you didn't believe me to say... oh fricking hell, err, something like "Whey da da en mannequin, milk barn'," I said, nodding my head. Yup, that's definitely what he said.

He just stared at me like I'd lost my damn mind. It's not my fault I only speak English! "What?" He questioned.

"Oh for god's sake, just call him!" I whined, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my cell. I quickly dialed his cell number and put the phone on speaker. After several rings, he picked up.

"Anna," He sighed in exasperation, "What happened? I booked the plane ticket, got you the limo to drive you to the bar, what could have gone wrong? Did you manage to get kidnapped during your walk from the limo to the bar?"

"... I resent that." I growled out, narrowing my eyes at the phone... then realized he couldn't see it. Damn.

He let out a chuckle, "Then, my dear Anna, what can I assist you with?"

"Eh, nothing much. But maybe you could tell your lovely progeny to, I don't know, release my throat? I know it's a weird concept to you vamps, but oxygen. It's all the rage with us humans theses days." I snarked.

"Eric?" Godric questioned.

"Tall, blond, irritating, overall dickwad? You got any other progeny's?" I asked, glaring at the vamp who still held onto my throat, though he did look utterly shocked to hear Godric on the phone.

"Eric, release the girl," Godric said. And the friggin jackass of a progeny dropped me. So I fell. On my ass. My head banged against the wall and the phone falling from my hand.

"You mother fu..." I started to yell, but was cut off by Godric.

"Anna!" He scolded.

"What?" I yelled back, rubbing the back of my head as I glared up at the douche-bag, who was smirking smugly down at me.

Godric chuckled slightly, "Keep yourself out of trouble."

"Aye aye, captain," I mumbled back, reaching for my phone that was still laying on the ground, but it was swooped up by Blondie.

He, apparently, un-speaker-phoned it, and held it to his ear, speaking in some foreign language. I heard both Godric and my name, but other than that it was all gibberish. Woohoo.

After a while of gibberish, Blondie pulled the phone away from his ear and was about to end the call, when I screamed, "WAIT!" I leapt up to my feet and snatched the phone away from him, holding it to my ear.

"Godriiiic," I whined into the phone.

He let out an exasperated sigh, "Yes, Anna?"

"You're not gonna leave me here with him, right? Isn't there someone else I could stay with? ANYONE else?"

"Anna..."

"I could stay with Isabel! She loves me!"

"Anna."

"What about... uh, what's-his-face? He said I could go chill with him anytime!" I think I was running out of options... Not that many people liked me... damn them all to hell. Haters.

"Anna, you will be fine."

"I'll stay with cowboy-hat-Stan! I'll do anything! Don't make me stay here!" I pleaded.

"Anna, you will be fine. Eric will not hurt you."

"But..."

"I'm hanging up now. Goodbye, Anna." And click. I flopped to my knees.

"No..." I whimpered out, before admitting that he had hung up on me. Collapsing onto a couch against the wall in Blondie's office, I mumbled, "Fuuuuuuuck." I was doomed.

"Well, now that that's done, we need to discuss how you will earn your keep," Blondie said. I blinked owlishly as I looked up at his form that was now hovering over little ol' moi... why am I so short? Wait a minute, I'm not short... he's just too effin tall! Is this how short people feel all the time?

"Blondie say wha?" I asked. Earn my keep? I didn't even wanna be here! Just let me escape!

"What kind of... skills... do you posses?" He asked, looking up and down my body.

Er, what did he... oh. OH. Oh, fuck nah! "Nu-uh, you dipshit! I am not gonna be one of them dancers in skanky-ass outfits, whoring myself out for all to see! Besides, I got no skillz. I can't dance. Like, at all. I just body flail." Okay, so this was a half lie. I was definitely not a great dancer, but I wasn't horrible. I just wasn't great. I'd accept decent...

He honestly looked appalled at the idea of me body-flailing. He shook his head, as though clearing his mind of the scarring image. "Fine, then what can you do? I'm not going to let a bratty human stay here free of charge."

Ignoring the "bratty human" comment, I clicked my tongue while thinking. What da fudge be I good at? Hm... "Oh! I'm good at video games! I kick some major ass in CoD." He just glared. Well, fuck you! "Uh... Running? I'm good at running. I like to go jogging." Usually my jogging was brought on by people chasing me... Again, I got a glare. "Fuuuuudge muffins... Ha!" I yelled, leaping to my feet, nearly colliding with Blondie as I did so. "I can bar-tend! I'm simply one hell of a bartender!" I said, doing a slight Sebastian impression. Hehehes, gotta love me some Black Butler.

"I already have a bartender."

I blew a raspberry. "Well, that's like the only thing I'm good at!"

He suddenly smirked at me. "I guess we'll just have to develop your skills in another area of expertise," His voice, suddenly low and husky, said as his hand reached forward and tracked up my thing, to my hip.

I leapt to the other side of the room. "Gah! No touchy!" I cried, but my body, man. My body wanted to see what skillz he be talkin' 'bout. Damn him for oozing sex.

He just smirked and crossed his arms over his amazingly gorgeous chest. "I guess I could allow you to assist Longshadow in bar-tending. If it's the only useful thing you can do," He said with a shrug.

"... I resent that," I growled, flopping down on the floor. I didn't feel like going back over to the couch. Blondie was still over there. I let out a slow breath, glancing around the office. There was a desk, several chairs, a couch, and some shelves. Very office-ish. Boring. Dull. Bleh. I started making that noise where I blow air out of my mouth and my lips flop together. Chup. I be cool.

"Quit it," Blondie snapped. Obviously my charming noise had no effect on him. Hardy har har. I did it again, letting another breath out, and he glared at me. Laughing, I leaned back so I was now lying on the ground. Nap time! Yeah, no. The floor wasn't comfortable. At all. I missed Godric's house. He had some comfy ass carpeting.

"Ya know, you should really get some carpet. It's much more comfortable. You could take naps here." I said, stretching out before sitting up.

"I don't need to take naps," he said. "You need to go start bar-tending. Longshadow will assist you if you need it." With that, he left.

Blowing a raspberry at the door he just walked out of, I stood up. Bar-tending, here I come!

A/N: And there you have it. Chapter 2. Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to Follow, Favorite, or Review! It makes my day when I see people are liking this, and I would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism/advice/tips. I'll try to update the next chapter ASAP, but I'm a college student, and midterms are kicking my ass. _ But I'll do my best to get Chapter 3 out by next week. Thank you!