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"You've got some explaining to do," said Sam.
"I could say the same thing to you," said Ann.
"What?" asked Sam.
"My mom did hit a dog, didn't she?" asked Ann.
Sam just stared at her. There was now way she knew he was a shifter.
"Look, that dog; Pixie; she isn't a dog. Well there is a dog named Pixie, but she is up in Indiana. But this Pixie was, well is, um…she is my friend Candi. And she says that you are a, um, Shape shifter?" said Ann.
Sam just stared at her. She knew, well she thought she knew but wasn't sure about it.
"Um, yeah. You're mom did hit a dog. The shift wears off after a while. By the time you found me it had worn off because I was hurt too badly," said Sam.
Ann sat down in the chair in his office and brought her hand to her head.
"So you want to explain Mike?" asked Sam.
"He is my uncle," said Ann.
"Wait, he is your uncle?" asked Sam.
"Yeah. Why?" asked Ann.
"He asked me to give you a job," chuckled Sam.
"Gee, that was nice of him," said Ann rolling her eyes. "Anyway, that news report was his house. My mom had some crazy idea that she needed to bless the house."
"Bless the house?" asked Sam.
"She is insane. But if the house withstood the fire and whatnot, then it was truly where we were supposed to be, so says she. If it crumpled and burned, she and three firefighters would be dead," said Ann.
"Ah," said Sam.
"Cajun," said Ann.
"Alrighty then," said Sam.
"Can I go?" asked Ann. "Are you done interrogating me?"
"Yeah. Look, if you want the job, I could always use another waitress," said Sam.
"I think about it," said Ann walking out of the office.
Ann got in her car and noticed that Candi had called after she had left. Ann hit her speed dial for voicemail and waited. She punched in her password and listened to the message.
"If you aren't busy after flirting with the sexy Sam Merlotte you should come up to Shreveport and go to this club with me. Much love, Candi"
Ann smiled as she dialed Candi's number.
"Yo?" said Candi when she answered the phone.
"Where at in Shreveport?" asked Ann.
"Fangtasia," said Candi. "You will be able to find it. I swear."
"Okay. On my way now," said Ann pulling out of Merlotte's parking lot.
Ann spent the better part of an hour driving up to Shreveport. She drove around until she found the nightclub Candi was talking about. She parked the car and got out. Candi appeared at her side a few minutes later.
"What do you think?" asked Candi.
"It sure is interesting," said Ann.
"Wait until we get inside," smiled Candi walking up to the front door.
"ID," said the blonde at the front door.
Candi huffed and pulled out her ID. She flashed it at the blonde before she was let inside.
"ID," said the blonde to Ann.
Ann pulled her license out of her back pocket and showed it to the blonde as well. The blonde took it out of Ann's hands and looked at it more closely.
"Foreigner?" asked the blonde.
"I prefer Journey," chuckled Ann.
Ann stopped abruptly at the look she was getting.
"No, ma'am," said Ann.
"What's your name?" asked the blonde looking into Ann's eyes.
"Ann," she replied.
"Your real name," said the blond.
"Annika Evangeline Erikkson," she replied.
"Hmm," said the blonde.
"Pam!" shouted a taller blonde, male walking out the front door. "You're holding up the line."
Pam handed the ID back to Ann and let her into the club. Ann shook her head as she walked past both blondes and tried to find Candi. Pam watched the door close behind Ann.
"Pay attention," said the taller blonde walking back into the club.
"I am Erik," said Pam before the door closed completely.
The taller blonde male, Erik watched Ann as she found Candi sitting in a booth drinking a beer. Ann ordered a drink as well and they sat and talked. Erik moved through the club to pick up on the conversation. He was sitting at on end of the bar listening to their conversation.
"What took so long?" asked Candi.
"Don't really know. I don't think she likes me," said Ann.
"That's stupid. Pam just hasn't seen you before. Shit, I'm here at least one weekend a month and she still asks me for ID," chuckled Candi.
"Really? Once a weekend a month?" asked Ann.
"When you're a shifter and you can be whatever animal you want you can turn into a fast bird," smiled Candi.
"Well then," said Ann.
"Yeah. So what was that shit with your mother earlier tonight?" asked Candi.
"Hell if I know. Occasionally the Cajun in her takes over and then we are all screwed," said Ann.
"Damn. Is that why your dad left?" asked Candi.
Ann got quiet. Quiet enough for Erik to sneak a glance in their direction to make sure she was still at the table.
Interesting, he thought.
"No, that isn't the whole reason why he left," said Ann.
"Why did he leave?" asked Candi.
"That's what happens when you get two strong willed people together. They each wanted something different for me and neither was willing to comply with the others demands," said Ann. "Do you know how hard it is to learn both Swedish and Cajun growing up trying to learn English as well?"
"Damn," said Candi.
"Yeah, well mom wanted me to tap into my Cajun ancestry and go that route, and basically become her. Dad on the other hand wanted me to follow in my families footsteps on his side," said Ann. "Which would've been nice, I guess."
"Why?" asked Candi.
"I would be able to go back to 'hemmet mark', home ground," said Ann.
"You're really good at speaking Swedish aren't you?" asked Candi.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," said Ann.
Erik had listened enough. He stood up and started walking around. He heard Pam come into the club.
"She is Swedish?" asked Erik whispering so only Pam could hear him.
"Ja," replied Pam walking into the office.
Erik followed her into the office. She was sitting on the couch staring at the wall.
"Go get her, and bring her here," said Erik.
Pam sighed and got up and walked back out into the club. She walked over to the table that Ann was sitting at.
"Erik vill tala med dig," said Pam.
"Vem är Erik och varför kan inte han komma till mig?" asked Ann.
"Just get up and come with me," said Pam walking away.
"Erik is the owner of Fangtasia," said Candi.
Ann shrugged her shoulders and followed Pam through the door she had just exited. Erik was sitting in his chair but had his back to them as they entered.
"Lämna oss, Pam," said Erik.
Pam sighed and walked back into the club. Ann stood there staring at the back of the chair Erik was sitting in. Ann was about to say something when someone burst through the door.
"Where is she, Erik?" shouted a dark haired man.
In his hurry to enter the room, he knocked Ann over into the floor. As Ann fell, she tried to catch herself and cut her arm on the metal shelving in the room.
Erik spun around and stared at the dark haired man.
"I don't know what you are talking about, Bill," said Erik. "Maybe she came to her sense and ran off."
Erik smirked at Bill. Bill's fangs came out, as did Erik's. Ann watched in astonishment. Both men were about to attack when Pam walked back in.
"Har du för få om din förälskelse i den svenska gäst?" asked Pam looking at Erik.
Erik retracted his fangs, and controlled himself.
"Ta honom med dig" said Erik nodding to Bill.
Pam grabbed Bill by the arm and pulled him from the room. Erik turned back to Ann who was still on the floor. Erik noticed the blood running down her arm. He offered his hand, which she took, to help her up.
"I apologize for that," said Erik.
"That's fine," said Ann. "Why did you want to see me?"
"Not one to beat around the bush," smiled Erik. "You intrigue me."
"I intrigue you?" asked Ann slightly skeptical.
"Yes. But you are not from Louisiana?" asked Erik.
"Varför inte du komma till den egentliga poängen att väcka mig här istället för katten kring het gröt själv?" said Ann.
"Fluent?" asked Erik.
"Ja," said Ann. "So?"
"Not too many Swedes come to Louisiana, so when one does come through and does come to my club I take it a point to, get to know them," smiled Erik.
"Right. Well I wasn't born there, I was born in the US. And I'm not completely Swedish. My mother is part Cajun," said Ann.
Erik nodded his head before he spoke again. "Please accept my apology for the incident you witnessed earlier. Neither one of us was thinking."
"Right," said Ann. "Before I go, can you do something about this?"
Ann held up her arm and for the first time Erik saw the gash in her arm that was still bleeding. He walked over Ann and lifted her arm to look at it. He smiled at her.
"One of two things," he said. "I can have Pam take you to the hospital, or"
"Or?" asked Ann.
"Låt mig smaka dig, och jag kommer att bota dig," said Erik.
Ann looked at Erik for a minute. Get medical help, or let him feed on her first. Medical help would mean that her mother would find out, the other option kept her out of the hospital and so many questions.
"Du kan mata," said Ann
Erik put his lips to her arm and started drinking her blood. After another minute he pulled away from her. He dropped her arm and brought his wrist to his mouth and bit it. He put his wrist out for her to see.
"Dryck," said Erik.
Ann hesitated before she put her lips to his wrist. She drank only a little. She pulled back and watched her arm heal itself.
Erik handed her a towel to wipe her face with.
"Better?" asked Erik.
"Ja," said Ann.
Erik nodded and Ann turned around and walked out of the office. Instead of going back to the table with Candi she walked out of the club and to her car. Once in her car she made the drive back to Bon Temps.