One year ago:

I enter the door of Fangtasia, only to see that there still getting ready for opening time. Pam is drinking a glass of blood at the bar in a pink pastel cotton suit.

"Can I help you mortal?" Mortal? WTF? I'm sorry hunny you can't pull that gothic underground talk when you are wearing that! It took all my might to fight back the giggles.

"I'm here to inquire about a job bartending. I heard you had an opening?" she looked me up and down wondering what would posses me to ask for a job in a vampire bar. Well to be honest it's for the peacefulness, I can't hear vampire minds. I want to work somewhere I couldn't hear my boss's thoughts. So I just thought id plunge myself into the vampire world hoping to come out enlighten.

"Well Eric is in charge of personnel, go through the black door, down the hall, it's the first door on your left" she said pointing her finger in the direction of the door.

"Eric owns the bar so ask him about the job, if you dare" she said with a small chuckle.

"Thanks" what did she mean by that? If I dare? Oh I dare alright but I must admit my confidence was abit shaken when she said that. I made my way through the bar, admiring all the "vampire" décor. Signed autographs from Slayer, Buffy, Vampira, Cd's and records from some of the biggest Punk, Goth, Metal bands around. I finally come to the door to Eric's office, I nock but there's so much noise coming from inside. Someone swearing in what seem to be some enchant language. I nock once more and let myself be known as I enter my room. For a split second Eric stops mid rampage and stares at me. Well my first impression of Eric was Oooofit! What a hot stud of man!

"Who said you could come in?" he asked in a very demanding tone as he slumped his body into the chair behind the desk.

"Pam said I would have to come ask you about a job" I whimpered trying to sound confident, dam Pam. I started to walk closer to the desk separating me from Eric.

"I'm not having humans working in my bar" he spat back at me before he returned to typing on his computer.

"Are you sure you have nothing I can do?" I replied.

"No now if you would please leave" he sounded really frustrated.

"Urrrrrghhh dam this thing" he shouted at the computer, hitting it repeatedly on the side, gaining more force with every hit. At this point I took a giant leap of faith and bent over the desk and clamped Eric's head in my hands. At first I saw rage pulse throw him until I began to rub his temples with my thumbs, He instantly started to relax. I started to add pressure to the back of his neck with my free fingers. I slyly moved round to behind him in his chair and started to work the shoulders. He rested his head in his hand and allowed himself to enjoy the massage.

"What's your name girl?" he asked him a very calm tone.

"Ashleigh Fayre but everyone calls me Ash" I replied still rubbing his shoulders.

"Well ash, you are a very talented young girl. Can I ask what skills you have?" he inquired.

"Well I have five school highers, bartended for my uncle in his bar during most of my teen years and I'm very well mannered and polite. I'm unique and muti-talented. I'm also very outgoing and confident" I replied in my normal quirky fashion.

"I can see that. Not many people would dare touch me during a rage such as that" okay note to self don't go near Eric when he is in a mood.

"Can I help you with your computer problems?" I hope its something easy and I'm not getting myself into something stupid. I came out from behind his chair, he looked me up and down and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what he was thinking. He pushed himself out a bit, he tapped his lap beckoning me to take a seat. I really wanted this job and wasn't going to make a big deal of it. I sat down a tried not to make it uncomfortable for him. His thighs were rock solid; I wonder how much he could bench? Never mind, back to computers.

"I'm trying to update the Fangtasia website" he said as he rested his hands round my waist and his head on my shoulder to get a better look at the computer.

"Well" I said and started explaining all the computer basics to Eric. I would have thought that since he was around during the time of the first computer that he was a expert on them but as it turns out I thought wrong. It was a great relief to know he didn't need accounting done or something on it or I would have been fucked, to put it blankly.

"Thank you ash, this was all every helpful" he said letting me slip of his lap to my feet.

"Does that mean I have a job?" I asked hopefully.

"Okay but you will have to keep with the theme of the bar. I will supply you with fake fangs and contacts, you shall where them at all times during opening hours" he said standing up and taking me by my wrist. "I shall show you around quickly and you start tonight right away. Consider tonight a test run" and from that day on I half been working at the bar.

Back to the present:

"Hello, my little minx" Minx was Eric's pet name for me. It took a while to get use to it but now I can't image him calling me anything else. He perched himself on a chair behind the bar next to me. I liked it when Eric came to have chats with me at the bar, mainly cause then nobody would come over as they didn't want to upset Eric or interrupt him. YASS! Mini break!

"Pam tells me you're trying to sabotage my business, is that true ash?" he said pulling out two shot glasses. No conversation me and Eric had was serious, he thinks of himself and a joker and well as a world class flirt.

"Me? Never!, would I do that you to Eric?" I replied with a sarcastic smirk. I bent down to the black mini fringe under the bar table. That's where Eric kept his 100% true true-blood. From consenting donors I might add. There was also a bottle of red wine in there for me. Lucky for me I don't get drunk, never have, so when guys offer to buy me drinks. I pour myself red wine and it passes for blood every time. I get back up and I just catch Eric having a sly peek at my bum. I would never shout at him for it thought, I've also caught myself having a look and his well toned bum sometimes. I poured the red juices into the shot glasses. Eric picked his up and extended his arm to me. In return I linked my arm with his; I then pulled my shot round to my mouth. In unison we counted 1, 2, 3 and DOWN. We gulp the shots letting the glass clank when we smash the back down on the table. We then both let out a big "Ahhhhhhhhh" in relief. I really need that.

"Heya ash!" exclaimed ginger as she popped into the scene. She didn't really like me but I knew from the moment I met her I wouldn't like her either. About a year ago ginger was Pam's but as you can tell ginger is no looker and she defiantly hasn't got a very nice personality. Eric fired her about 3 months ago but she still spends all her time in the bar. She didn't like all the attention that Eric gave me, one day she came and said to me "stop flirting with Eric I intend on making him mine" sadly she picked the really wrong time and didn't notice Eric was right round the corner. Eric didn't take to kindly to that very possessive comment of gingers. Nowadays she just floats around coffin to coffin of the vampire dumb enough to lend her there aid. She is covered in bite marks and her body type is well... anorexic bitch, if that is even a body type. Ohhhh she made my skin crawl, plus she always has to take the mickey out of me.