Bar with Bite

Author's Note: Thanks for reading the story. The couple that this is based on is eating it up. If you want to check them out, follow their Twitter account. ( /DevilishEric and /Ellie_Pie). I also found some Eric and Elena videos on youtube. I was very excited, weird, I know. Please enjoy the story.

P.S This is AU and based off of Twitter rp.

Enjoy Dom

It was near close to ten when the door swung open; loud noises of motorcycles and cars were heard from outside. Everyone stopped talking and went into full swing. Ellie stood straighter instead of slouching over the bar, a smile on her face. Pam walked over towards the entrance, her black heels clanking against the tile floor which could barely be heard over the loud music that was playing. The dancers stepped on their stages, preparing themselves to dance. Eric was still locked in his office which Ellie was slightly worried. She hadn't heard from him since the last time he spoke to her, not like it bothered her, but she hoped that he wasn't regretting ever hiring her because of her rejecting him. Ever since she started working at Fangtasia, she never missed paying a bill.

"Welcome to Fangtasia, you must be Spike?" Pam said coolly, eying his frame.

A bleached blonde man stepped further into the club. He had a cigarette in his mouth, his hair was slightly tousled. His red shirt was missing two buttons, showing off his chest as he sauntered in. One arm hanging by his side as the other was wrapped around a woman with long black hair. It was wildly curly. She had dark red lips; her dark eyes were looking about the place curiously, taking it in. She wore a tight black leather dress, a criss-crossed 'X' across her chest, going around the back and down below, tightening around her ass. She wore black heels that wrapped around her ankle and stopped there, small roses hung dangled from them. One hand was hanging by her side as the other was wrapped around the man's waist, her hand in his pocket, her thumbing hanging out, the tip painted a dark red. The man turned to face Pam, eying her with his blue eyes before nodding, taking the cigarette in his mouth and inhaling it, puffing on it. More men came from behind him, eying the area as the woman was. He held the cigarette between two of his fingers as more people came up behind him. He waited for a bit, letting the smoke fill his body before blowing it out through his nose.

"Yup, Names Spike, this is Angie. We're here for the little get together." He smiled devilishly. "Can you show me to our table? My kittens feeling a bit peckish and so am I." He nodded.

Pam did the same, stepping aside to let all of them enter. Spike and Angie entered first, walking ahead all of them, strutting with pride. Ellie could sense the control they had over the rest of them and she felt most of the power wash over her as they walked past her. She watched them with curious eyes as they sat at the table in front of her. Spike had put the cigarette between his lips and pulled apart from Angie to pull back the chair from her. She sat down, giving him a nod of appreciation before he too pulled back a chair and sat down, kicking his feet up in the chair next to him. The others sat around him; no one moved to sit at the table that he was sitting at. Ellie arched a curious brow, wondering if this so called Spike was the master to them all. The table had enough room and yet neither man or woman sat at that table with them. Ellie hoped that they wouldn't cause trouble.

"'cuse me, little bird. Can I have a bottle of shots for me and my mates? Make vodka straight for my kitten. She's feeling tad thirsty unless you have those little soddin' bottles of Tru' blood, we've heard so much about." He turned to Angie; she crossed her legs and looked at him, leaning her head on his shoulder. Ellie watched the exchange between the couple and her heart sank, wishing she had something of the sort, but knowing that it wouldn't have worked out. She was tainted.

She turned her back to the couple, not wanting to look at them anymore, feeling certainly sick at the sight as she grabbed two true bloods and a bottle of whiskey. She popped open the tops of the true bloods and placed them in the microwave, closing it shut with a bump of her hip, putting the correct number in and starting it. She moved around and grabbed for the tall bottle of whiskey, popping it open and grabbing a couple of cups, turning back around to lay them up on the counter. Only to find that three men were sitting in stools looking at her.

She gulped and forced a smile, placing the small shot glasses in front of them, turning the bottle to the side as she watched it pour into the small glasses, making sure that all were over flowing before moving on to the next one, casting her eyes at the three men in front of her.

"Hey, I'm Malcolm and you are one pretty woman." He had short black hair, which came around his ears; his bangs covered his forehead and small strands moved in front of his hazel eyes. "We can take the drinks back to the Master, once they're done." He nodded, glancing behind Ellie to the microwave. She smiled and heard the microwave beep. She straighten the bottle of whiskey and set it on the counter as she went to retrieve the Tru' Blood bottles, she grabbed for them both and placed them in front of the men.

"Here you go, enjoy. We have plenty more, you won't be a bother." She smiled brightly as she always had done so they would come back for more. The other two vampires grabbed the drinks, the whiskey bottle, and the small shot glasses leaving her behind except for Malcolm. He was still leaning on the bar, watching her with his hazel eyes, a smirk on his face.

"You know I can just sit here with you. You seem like the only bartender in this place. It must be pretty lonely." He crossed his arms on the counter and leaned on them, watching her, studying her. Ellie's cheeks begin to burn under the stare and she turned to the side to grab for the rag so she could wipe down the counter once again.

"Malcolm, get your arse back here. We got shots to do and then this time. I won't be so distracted." He turned his head to look at Spike and that gave Ellie the perfect chance to wiggle away and find something else to do, not like he bothered her but she was there to work. She was not going to flirt with customers as she worked, plus the person she did want was not a customer, but her…

"Ellie" She turned around, hearing the low husky voice nearby, finding Eric standing behind her. He was looking down at her, penetrating her with those haunting blue eyes of his and she gulped, feeling something heat up between the meet in her thighs and she closed her legs together, trying to avoid his gaze, but couldn't.

"Yes, Mr. Northman?"

She held her gaze with him, not sure whether to not look at him or look at him. Either way, she was in his presence. And she could still feel him around her. She always got nervous and she hoped that no one else noticed. She tried covering it up as best as she could, but it was no use. Her body wanted him. She needed him.

He nodded his head away, away from the people, away from the bar. "Come with me. I need you to help me with something." Ellie gulped but she nodded, following after him as he led her away. She felt all eyes on her, but then noticed that the dancers were starting to dance, drawing the attention away them and unto them. She sighed, grateful for such.

He opened the door to the back, stepping to the side to let her enter. She nodded and stepped inside the darken room, going down the stairs, only to find nothing but a naked wooden table. She reached the last step, before turning her head to look up at Eric, only to find him towering over her. With one quick motion, he had her pinned to the wall. His thigh sliding into her bare ones, and she partially was glad that she decided to wear a skirt that day.

"Don't say a word, just feel." Ellie said nothing, letting go for once, leaving her mind completely blank, and only wanting to think about him in that moment as he pressed himself to her. His thigh sliding between her bare legs, rising her skirt up higher as he ground his erection into her, one hand lifting both her hands up and holding it against the brick wall as he nibbled along her neck.

"Eric." She whispered as he held her there, his other hand, cupping her breast through the shirt she decided to wear. A thin red silk tank top that was sending her waves of pleasure, for some odd reason, as Eric cupped her breast, kissing her neck with his lips, his tongue licking every vein that he found. He moved lower and lower, raising her shirt up with his hands to kiss her flat stomach. Ellie tilted her head and leaned against the wall, parting her lips to let out a soft moan. He moved lower, her moans encouraging him as he bunched her skirt up, dropping her hands so he could push it up around her thighs, kneeling before her, his eyes settled on her choice of underwear that evening; a thong.

He leaned in close to taste her, to devour her as she had hoped, but he stilled. Quickly coming to his feet and pushing back down her skirt. He groaned and then blurred away, leaving Ellie hot and bothered against the wall. Not like this never happened to her before but she would never assume it happened to them.

But what exactly were they?

A vampire man and human woman were giving into their needs, animal instincts first of want and take and Ellie wasn't an animal. She was a human woman who needed the touch of another to calm her, but wouldn't that make her like them? Using others for pleasure while they carried it around in pain?

She shook her head and smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes, fluffing out her hair, hoping that she didn't look all horned up because she was. She took several calming breaths before heading back out of the dungeon and out onto the floor.

She decided right then that she couldn't just easily give into it like that. She was much more than and needed much more than, but she wanted less than that.

~.~

"So I had the bloody bitch pinned. She was groaning and then with no further warning. I pushed my thumb into her throat and killed her."

Eric sat across from the bleached blonde vampire who called himself Spike, taking in his story. He had heard tales of slayers, women who had demonic power to take out the evil things in the world. He never faced one and hoped he never would. He didn't have time to play with some kid.

He reached forward for the Tru' blood bottle that was placed in front of him not to long ago. One of the other waitresses had sent it over because he had asked. He was not surprised that Ellie hadn't done it, not like he could blame her. He had lead her to the dungeon to taste her, devour her, because seeing her with that Malcolm, he later found out, sent jealously and rage through him. He had the simple thought of bending Ellie right there and take her right in front of his eyes, because she was…

He couldn't name it.

There was no name for it because he felt nothing.

He was a 1,000 year old Viking vampire and he did not do feelings. He did not care about anyone or anything unless it was Pamela, his protégé, and lately there was distance between them. He had recently learned that she had still been speaking with his ex, someone he didn't even want to think about at the moment because he could only think of Ellie.

That night he had her, she made him feel and touch things he knew he never would have felt before. The things that they said to each other, the nasties, the little whispers of promises that they made to each and fulfilled them had been surprising. Most human women he had slept with were tasteless, tacky, annoying, and didn't hold his interest long enough.

They flirted, well he didn't flirt back. They talked, well he didn't say much. They advanced and made promises they wouldn't keep, well he listened not minding. They purred and meowed like an untamed kitten, well he watched, thinking of their body smothered in their own blood and became hard. They rode him and acted like a tamed cat, something he never wanted, well he groaned and feed.

It was how it was, but Ellie. She was different. Their rounds after still topped any other sex that he ever had and she was human, a breather, that was the main point.

"Hey mate, tell me about your bartender. She's human, right?"

Eric shook his thoughts away, looking at the bleached blonde vampire. The woman beside him was sipping on her drink, glancing passed him over towards Ellie, eying her with curious eyes and he noticed they were a dark blue, like sapphire.

"Yeah, hired her awhile back." That was all he could say, not like he wanted to say more about her, because he had a long list of the things he wanted to say about his new bartender, omitting the fact that she matched his talents in the bedroom.

Spike leaned in, knowing he didn't have to whisper, but he wanted too. It was only him, Angie, and Eric sitting at the table. Everyone else was either watching the dancers or drinking each other underneath the table and then some.

"I'm going to ask you a question and if you get offended, I don' really care."

Angie, his woman, nudged him, finishing her drink and placing her cup back on the table, turning her eyes to Eric, settling her sapphire eyes on him.

"What my bad boy wants to ask." She paused. Malcolm was passing by the table, heading right back to the bar so he could talk to Ellie. Angie noticed it and rolled her eyes. "Are you together? Is that your pet?" She arched a brow, sitting straighter in her chair as she waited for him to reply. Her eyes flickering between Eric and Malcolm, wondering what was going to happen first.

"Nothing. I am her boss and she works for me." There was a slight tense cold tone to his voice and he couldn't help it. He had seen Malcolm out of the corner of his eye, moving to talk back to Ellie. A soft low growl vibrated through his chest and if it wouldn't have been for the music blasting through the place, the two vampires in front of him would have heard it.

Spike chuckled, shaking his head before leaning back into the chair, stretching out his right leg and moving one of his arms around the chair that Angie was sitting in, tilting his head up as he used his other hand to dig in his duster for his cigarettes, feeling the need for a smoke coming on.

"What's so funny, mate?" He was pissed, not at the vampire in front of him, but at the one behind him, talking to his…whatever, he wasn't such what to call her but she was his. Eventually and he would put a claim to that and all over her if he could. He was copying Spike and for what reason, he was taking his anger out on him and he shook his thoughts away once again, never feeling so open and weak tonight.

Spike pulled out his cigarette and lighter, placing the cigarette to his lips, holding it with his lips as he messed with the lighter, holding the flame over the end of the butt to light it, shaking it away as it lit and then putting it back in his pocket. He placed the cigarette between his fingers and inhaled deeply, pulling the cigarette from his lips, smiling at Eric as he blew smoke from his nostrils, looking like an enraged bull.

"I'm going to be honest with you, mate. I notice how you look at little bird and I don't mind. I used to look at Angie like that all the time." He nodded his head at Angie, who in return, was smiling wide, showing off her white teeth. She uncrossed her legs and pushed herself from her chest, heading for the bar. Spike's head tilted as he watched, his eyes going over the curves of her ass. "I was head over heels in love with her and didn't know it and Malcolm there, him of all people. He uses them and drains them, nothing to worry about. She seems strong. She won't fall for the pouce." Spike placed the cigarette back to his lips, puffing on the cigarette, eying him with his bright blue eyes. "If your little bird can't see the git Malcolm is then she's toothless." He blew the smoke through his nose once again, holding back a smile as Ellie turned away from Malcolm, mumbling something about forceful cute vampire.

Eric heard the comment and sat up, straighter, shaking his head, wanting to rip Malcolm's head off, but it was as if she had known. Pam tapped him on his shoulder. He turned in his chair to look at her, motioning for her to sit down.

"Pamela, Spike. Spike, Pamela."

Spike nodded his head, going over her, taking her in. He wasn't exactly hitting on her; it was just a vampire thing. You size them up, take them in and watch, study, observe.

"Eric, Asmodeus is on the phone." She leaned in closer, pausing for a second, not sure how to say it, but it was just them and she was never known to hold back her opinions. "She can't make it tonight, but tomorrow. It's all I heard before she started mumbling about it in French. It was horrible."

An amused smirk came across his face and so did Spikes. It was like as if he knew as well. "When will she be in?"

Pam shrugged and handed him her cell phone, looking at the dancer on stage. Her fangs coming out as one of the men had paid her to remove her top. She let her blood lust take over as she watched her.

Eric excused himself from Spike as he stood up and moved to the side to talk to their new dancer. She was mumbling away in French and he was sure that he heard a bunch of apologies, but while he waited he looked back on meeting her, taking in from what she used to look like before now.

She had dark black short shoulder length hair, brown eyes and soft full lips. She had the curviest body known to any woman, probably to Pam and she was from France. An old one as he remembered her telling him. She was three hundred years younger to his age. His jeans tighten at the thought of her and as he lingered on the images, Ellie came to mind, suddenly popping up. His pants tightened even more.

"Asmodeus, calm down. We have enough dancers here tonight."

He heard quietness, nothing on the other line for awhile. He knew she was there though. There was silence on her end of the line, but he could hear her breathing so he didn't hang up and if he did. She'd call him back and yell. They weren't friends but he known her long enough to know that. He went to her for certain jobs and Pam even went to her for other jobs.

Why was he speaking in code again? He had messed around with her and so did Pam. They all messed around with each other and it wasn't like they all had feelings for one another.

They were all souless.

"Eric, je suis toujours desole. Je voulais pour nourrir ce soir. Je veins de rentrer en villie." He heard a loud moan and then silence, wondering what exactly was she doing, before he heard a noise, a scream of shock. He turned around and found Spike on the ground, kneeling before Angie on one knee. A black box with a red bow on top, it was opened to reveal a black and red skull ring. He stepped closer towards the scene, the phone still pressed to his ear. Angie was squealing loudly, looking down at Spike as he kneeled on the floor.

"I love you, Angie. You know that. We've been together for three years, three long years and it feels like forever. I know it took me a long time to weave into your heart. You bloody well showed me to the door each time. But here we are, 'm looking at you and your looking at me. I love you, kitten. No matter if you kicked me in the head, which you have done or just cried on my bloody shoulders. You ruined thirty silk tops and yet I didn' care because I love you. Marry me, luv. Make me the happiest dead man in here. Tell me yes." He lifted the box up higher.

She giggled and nodded, taking the ring and slipped it onto her finger.

"Io ti amero sempre, ti linfa."She tilted her head to look at the ring and then reached for him, pulling him to his feet, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting her lips on him. Their lips parted and Eric saw tongue and groping. His blood lust flared at the scene, smelling something else hit the air. It was only when he moved his head to look at Ellie that he realized that he was still on the phone. But he did not look away because she was staring at him too.

"Eric, I will come down soon, be prepared for me." She hung up the phone, probably too distracted as he was. His gaze was focused on Ellie. Her gaze was focused on him. He held the phone close to his side before Pam came over and took it from him, mumbling something about hormones and needing some time alone.

He didn't mind it though. He was watching Ellie. He heard more cheers for the happy newlywed couple and yet he couldn't take his eyes off of Ellie. He wanted too. He wanted to look away, but knew that if he did. He would have missed something. He wasn't sure what he would miss because she was just standing behind a bar but he just wanted to look at her.

"Alright, now bring out the beers. Let's have a wild party, yeah."

His group cheered and clapped. The dancers changed the pace of music, putting back on their clothes since it had suddenly turned into an engagement party.

"Yeah" Eric paused, turning away from Ellie, breaking the eye stare between them, turning to face Spike and Angie, forcing a smile on his face, wanting to push all the new information from his mind.

He was Eric Leif Northman, a Viking god and showed no mercy. He didn't fall in love and his sleeping pill was between a woman's thighs, in her hot sweet core. He did not feel. His first mistake was his last girlfriend, his last lover. She had asked and asked and he changed and he became less of what he was. If Ellie wanted him as he could smell, because every time he was around her. She perfumed the air with her scent. She would have to come after….

Oh fuck that. He wanted her and she wanted him. She was going to be his, eventually, whether she liked it or not. He had ways of getting his way, not because he was a man, but a vampire man. He was going to devour her inch by fucking inch without even touching her.

Let the games begin.

Malcolm won't last long in this fic, with Eric there.

Spike and Angie will pop up once and awhile.

The Italian used was: I will always love you, sap.