So... I can't help it. I am a natural pleasure delayer. This twoey is now a threesome (three-ey? triumvirate? three-shot?) in nature. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Sookie had a name and an address. That was all she needed. Sookie changed into some jeans and a pale yellow tank top with little white flowers on it, threw on some sandals, and grabbed the atlas out of her trunk to map out her route to this "Eric's" den of iniquity.

In less than thirty minutes, Sookie had left a note for her Gran with her whereabouts, and had hit the road. Sookie's sense of righteous indignation only inflated as she passed the miles into Shreveport. She blasted Blondie's "One Way or Another" and found herself feeling like the protagonist in some heroic novella about to rip apart some evil-doer. This is what living really is, she thought. You have a problem, you do something about it- you don't just sit idly by hoping for somebody to step in and handle things for you.

Who does this man think he is, she wondered? Who doesn't realize there are consequences to your actions?

Soon enough, Sookie pulled into a strip mall that seemed mostly deserted. This was not the neighborhood she had expected. She had hoped to pull into some suburban jungle and pound on this man's door. In her mind this, this misogynistic Casanova would have been roused from his sleep (well, it would have served him right for interrupting her slumber all these months!). He would have grumbled all the way to the door and when he answered it looking like the tool he surely was, she would knee him in the nuts, give him a good tongue-lashing, throw the phone bill at him and walk away. He would sob, begging her for her forgiveness, completely and rightfully full of shame.

She coasted by the closed retail shops, sighing audibly at the realization that she may have driven all the way out here for nothing. 1210: Toys "R" Us. 1212: Twinkle Toes Specialty Pedicures. Wait, she thought, there seems to be something open a bit ahead. 1214: Zonk's Joke Shoppe. That seemed a bit strange. The busy place looked to be about two doors down. 1216: Office Depot.

1218. Sookie sharply inhaled her breath. Fangtasia. "Shit!" Sookie exclaimed. She had heard of this place- it was a vampire bar.

It had been one year since the vampires had 'come out of the coffin,' so to speak, and Sookie wasn't naive enough to believe the whole sun allergy line the media was feeding the population. Telepath, remember? She'd seem enough in her time to know that that was just not true.

This guy couldn't be a Vampire, could he? She wondered. No way. But… all of a sudden some of the subtext of the well- texts started making a bit more sense.

I can't wait until you taste me all over again.

Hope my vintage met your exceedingly high standards.

A+ night.

Bite me daddy.

Sookie's head started to spin and she took a few deep calming breaths while she parked to center herself. She had never met a vampire in person. Sure, she'd seen some of the ever-popular reality series' that had become so popular in the past year. Her favorite was "Survivor: Yuma, AZ" where convicted Vampire felons were confined to the desert in the sunniest place in the world. The winner was the last man standing, and subsequently earned his or her freedom. It was one of those car crash TV shows- you know, the ones you would never admit watching because they made you question your humanity.

Sookie realized she had been stalling herself from going inside to confront whomever this playboy was. There's a chance he won't even be there, right? She asked herself. Hell, there was a chance that he was just some fangbanger who got his jollies by playing dress-up with the undead. Sookie decided that this was the most likely of scenarios, so she squared her shoulders, steeled her resolve as well as her shields, and headed for the door where a considerable line was gathered.

Not interested in fooling around in that line and more interested in getting in and out quickly, Sookie marched straight to the bouncer.

A tiny, pale version of Alice in Wonderland gone to a Marilyn Manson concert shifted a clipboard to her hip, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow at Sookie. "All those who wish to be enthralled must stand in line and pay the price… no matter how scrumptious," she drawled heavily perusing the newcomer's copious assets. "Though I may make an exception in the occasional, exceptional case," she finished.

Sookie however had missed most of the warm welcome, having skidded to a stop, jaw falling open. "Holy crap, you glow!" Sookie expostulated.

Alice in Wonderland's face became a mask, as she stated, "If you are referring to the luster of my natural visage, then yes, you are correct." She paused, looking pointedly at Sookie, "However, if you are commenting on any other 'radiance' then I am afraid I have no idea of that which you are speaking."

"Umm, right," Sookie stammered, realizing that she had just met her very first vampire. "Nevermind, my mistake." She bolstered up her confidence, "Look, Miss-,"

"Pam," Pam interjected.

"Miss Pam, look. I meant no disrespect. However, I'm just here trying to find someone. In fact, I have a pretty major bone to pick with this person, and I'm hoping to be just in and out, and I'm wondering," Sookie chastised her brain for failing her. She sighed, "I'm wondering if I can just run in and I'll leave right after."

"Let me get this straight," Pam stated. "You would like to skip past all of these vermin in line so that you can go inside the club, without paying the cover charge. And then, you plan to find a paying customer, create a scene, and then leave without buying even a single drink from our employees. Does that sum up your request adequately?"

Sookie swallowed audibly, hearing the absurdity of her plan. Fuck it, she thought. "Yep. That sounds about right."

A tiny hint of a smile flashed across the corner of Pam's lips momentarily before disappearing. "I'll need to see some ID, please."

This certainly sounds entertaining, Pam thought smugly.

Sookie heaved a sigh of relief, pulling out her Louisiana driver's license from her straw purse before Pam gestured her through the door.

"Just out of curiosity, Miss Stackhouse," Pam called back to Sookie, "Who is it that you have come here to berate?"

Sookie paused, looking at the strange vampire, "I don't know his last name, but all I know is it's some disgusting, pervert horndog named 'Eric.'"

Pam turned around quickly to hide the wholly out of character giggle that escaped from her usually implacable expression.

Oh, this will be good, Pam thought.

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