Harry's Outfit for Fangtasia: http:/ /gothicburlesque . blogspot. com /2009/ 06/ z-entity-eye-candy. html (just remove the spaces) Its the last photo, the guy on his knees with the spiky black hair. I think he looks a bit like Harry should, as a college student, only Harry doesn't goth out in this fic, unless he's at Fangtasia.
Note: I'm so sorry for taking so long to update. I appreciate everyone's understanding though, and I hope to at least get an update up every two weeks or so. Uhm, I also haven't heard anything from Kiwi, who is my co-author, so I don't know what's going on with her. I will try to contact her, but I don't know what's gonna happen. If she has lost interest in this fic, I will continue it on my own, though I hope that doesn't end up as the case.
Story Note: I just wanted to warn people that Eric is a sarcastic narcissistic bastard, who has a bit of a temper and that's why I love him. I really really hope I do him justice in this fic. Also, Harry is not a pansy, there are times where he acts unsure and nervous, but he's a newborn vampire, he's getting used to everything. But other times he's going to show that Gryffindor Golden Boy, Slytherin Self-Serving Bad-Ass awesome-ness that he is. I think that is the best way to sum up Harry's attitude in this fic, it's going to take a while for it to fully develop, but eventually it'll come up, and you'll see that he's really a good match for Eric. And, this fic is based almost completely in the TruBlood/Southern Vampire world, there's a lot of sex, blood, violence and other mature content. I'm trying to stay true to that down and dirty feel that the show and book have while still giving a good plot and everything. Again, hope I do it justice.
Chapter Four: by ConstantSnow
Harry wasn't sure why Bill kept stone walling him, but the newborn was getting rather annoyed with the constant excuses the other vampire kept coming up with over the next few days that kept him from going to see Eric Northman. Harry knew Bill's intentions weren't malicious, it could have simply been that Bill hated Eric that much.
Harry sighed, ignoring the look Jessica had given him from across the room where she was playing with Bill's Wii. "You okay Harry? You've been sighing for the past two hours." Jessica said, pausing her game of boxing.
"I need to go see Mr. Northman as soon as possible." Harry said.
"Eric?" Jessica asked and Harry looked at him.
"You know him?" Harry asked, sitting up on the couch.
"Yeah, Bill had him watching me for a few weeks." Jessica crossed her arms over her chest. "He owns Fangtasia."
"Do you remember how to get there?" Harry asked and Jessica nodded. "Can you take me?"
Jessica shifted nervously and looked towards the door. "Bill told me I'm not allowed to leave the house." Jessica said. "I can't get passed the front porch, trust me I've tried." She added bitterly.
"Tell me how to get there. Mr. Northman is expecting me. If I don't show up, he's goi-" The front door opened, the old hinges creaking loudly in the sensitive hearing of the two newborns.
"No need to worry Harry." Bill stepped through the front door and both Jessica and Harry turned to see him step in with two other vampires, and Sookie. Harry instantly sat straighter at the sight of the two other vampires. Both were much older than Harry, though he couldn't be sure if the tall blonde woman was older or younger than Bill. "I simply did not want you meeting Eric in such a place as Fangtasia so I asked him here. It took a few days for him to agree. Harry, Eric Northman and his prodigy, Pam."
Harry's eyes turned to the other male vampire. Eric Northman was an impressive man to see, his presence was encompassing. Harry couldn't tell if it was just because of the age of the vampire, or just his physical appearance and the air around him. The tall well built man looked to be no older than his early thirties, with short dirty blonde hair perfectly styled and deep blue eyes that Harry had trouble looking into before he found himself lowering his eyes.
"Well, you've got me here so, I would start explaining. I do not like having my time wasted." Eric spoke smoothly, moving to the couch opposite of Harry and sat down, taking a relaxed position instantly.
"I'm looking for my sire." Harry said.
"Yes, I've already been told this as well. Give me a reason as to why I should give a damn." Eric was staring at Harry intently and Harry was having trouble sitting still, he felt like he was an experiment that Eric was examining.
"The vampire who turned me, broke a treaty that the vampires enacted nearly four thousand years ago." Harry said glancing up at Eric. He noticed that both Bill and Pam stir slightly. Sookie was moving closer in interest and Jessica was shifting nervously, having already heard the story from Harry.
"Oh? And what treaty are you speaking of youngling? You aren't a day over twenty and you know nothing of our world besides what you've seen on the television." Eric seemed even more annoyed, and possibly a bit amused.
The treaty that Harry was speaking of was one between vampires and the Wizarding world, stating that a vampire could not turn a wizard without the wizard's consent. It had been brought into existence after a long war between vampires and wizards. Wizards had been hunting vampires without cause, so in retaliation, vampires began turning wizards, forcing them to fight as vampires or be killed by wizards for being vampires. When the war had been stuck in a stale mate for over twenty years, the treaty had been brought up, and the leaders of both sides signed it, sealing it in magic and blood.
"The one that states that a vampire cannot turn an unwilling wizard." Harry said, bringing his eyes up to look at Eric. The surprise on the older vampire's face was barely noticeable. Harry turned to see Bill and the other Pam's faces, both of them had shock on their face. Sookie just looked confused and Jessica was staring very intently at the far wall behind Harry's head.
"Are you telling me that you are a wizard?" Eric sat up, resting his forearms against his knees and lacing his hands together. Harry gave a barely visible nod and Eric's eyes seemed to light up with excitement. "Prove it."
Harry swallowed and slid his wand from his shirt sleeve, he held it between his index and middle fingers on his right hand. Harry set it on the coffee table where Eric instantly picked it up with a brief blur of his hand. "You can feel that it's real, correct?" Harry asked and Eric paused his inspection.
"You could've stolen it from a wizard." Eric said and tossed the wand to Harry. "Cast a spell." Harry caught his wand with ease, turning the tip away from his own body, but was careful to lower it to the floor.
Harry looked at Sookie, nervous to actually use magic in front of her. She was human after all.
"Trust me, Sookie would've found out about your magic soon enough. She has a knack for such things." Eric said, his eyes following Harry's to look at the blonde waitress. "Now, either prove to me that there is magic in your body or I will rip it apart."
Harry licked his lips nervously, before flicking his wand and muttering the words of the charm that animated a glass figuring of two dancing fairies that Sookie had bought for Jessica. The two female fairies giggled as the danced around on their base. After a few seconds, Harry ended the charm and the fairies went still in the places they had been before Harry's magic had touched them. Harry turned to Eric, and saw the gleam in the other vampire's eyes and his dead heart clenched.
Eric leaned back in his seat, turning to Pam and began speaking to her in a language Harry didn't know. Sookie looked up at Bill questioningly and he shook his head.
"So, if I do help you," Eric began, drawing Harry's attention back to him. "What do I get out of it?"
Harry slid his wand back into the sleeve of his shirt, charming back into place on the holster on his forearm. "What do you want?" Harry asked and Eric smirked dangerously, his teeth gleaming in the dim lighting of the room.
"Eric, be reasonable." Bill added, as if asking a friend for a favor.
"I'm a very reasonable person Bill, you know that." Eric chuckled even as Sookie muttered: "Liar."
"Mr. Northman, what is it that you are wanting in trade?" Harry asked, watching Eric's posture and face for any clues.
"Your favor is to be returned to me at a later date. No questions." Eric answered easily.
"I'm not agreeing with anything unless I know what it is." Harry replied bitterly.
"Then you must really not care all that much about finding your maker." Eric said. "From what Bill told me, she does seem rather familiar. Slight, red head with a Southern accent, right?" Eric exchanged a look with Pam. "She sounds familiar to you too, doesn't she Pam?"
"Very." The woman replied, her hands still on her hips and a bored expression on her face.
Harry growled angrily, his fangs sliding down and Eric turned to him. Harry barely had time to register Eric moving before he found himself on the floor on his back. Eric had a large hand gripped tightly around Harry's neck and squeezing just enough to cut off Harry's air supply. Even without needing to breath, Harry was still young enough where he wasn't used to not breathing, so he gasped, clawing at Eric's hand, even as he glared up at the older vampire.
"You'd do well not to test me child. I've seen more than your young eyes ever will. I do not take well to being threatened." Eric spoke softly, but the tone in his whispered voice was enough to send a chilling shiver down Harry's spine. Harry found himself staring at Eric's razor sharp fangs, which were much to close to his face for comfort.
"Eric, let him go." Sookie demanded but Eric wasn't listening to her. Bill kept his arm around Sookie, preventing her from trying to do something stupid, like push Eric off of Harry. Pam was boredly examining her painted nails and tapping her expensive looking pump against the wooden floor, acting as if nothing was happening. Jessica stood behind the couch, nervously watching her new friend and Eric's tense interaction and wondering what to do.
Eric ran his eyes over Harry's face carefully, almost as if he was trying to place where he'd seen Harry before. "I don't take very well to being toyed with." Harry replied breathlessly.
"Well, you'll have to get used to it if you want my help, won't you pet?" Eric ran his fingers down Harry's cheek with his free hand and Harry growled low in his throat as Eric continued to hold him down with ease and run his fingers across his cheek. When Eric's fingers brushed Harry's bangs back slightly from his forehead, revealing part of the off-centered lightening bolt scar on Harry's forehead, Eric's eyes narrowed on it and he brushed Harry's hair away completely. "Where did you get this pet?"
"Eric, leave him alone!" Sookie yelled and Eric looked over his shoulder at her. He stood up easily, pulling Harry off the floor by his neck. Eric moved his hand from Harry's neck to his right bicep where his grip once again tightened.
"Come now Sookie, no need to get defensive, he's perfectly fine." Eric said. "Leave us to speak for a few minutes, will you?" Eric asked, but Harry knew none of them had a choice.
"I don't think so." Sookie growled as Pam headed towards the door.
"Sookie, let's wait outside. Jessica, come." Bill began pulling Sookie gently towards the door, even as she protested loudly. Jessica followed behind, casting a worried glance over her shoulder at Harry and Eric.
When the door snapped shut behind the red headed newborn, Eric shoved Harry down on the couch and stood in front of him. Because of Eric's height, Harry had to lean back and tilt his head back in order to look at Eric's face. Harry ran his tongue over his right top fang as he stared silently up at Eric. Harry knew it had been stupid to threaten Eric, even though it had only been an annoyed growl and a flash of his fangs. Harry just wanted to find his maker.
"Now, if I decide to help you, you will do as I say, when I say it." Eric said. "If I tell you to take a walk around the block, you do it. If I tell you to use your magic to my amusement, you will do it." Eric leaned down, putting his hands on the back of the couch on either side of Harry. His handsome face barely a few inches away from Harry's own. Harry forced himself to keep eye contact. "If and when we find your maker, you still belong to me. Any favors that I ask you, you will fulfill."
"For how long?" Harry asked.
"Until I grow tired of you." Eric answered.
Harry clenched his jaw, and tore his eyes away from Eric's. "Fine."
"Good boy." Eric patted Harry's cheek lightly, his thumb brushing under Harry's left eye as he did. "Now, starting Friday night, you will show up at Fangtasia at sundown, when ever I call for you. You will stay until I allow you go home. Home, being here with Bill and Jessica. You will not get involved with human affairs, you will not get into whatever mess that Sookie will no doubt find herself in. You obey me, and not Bill Compton, do you understand?"
Harry gave a nod, but Eric grabbed his chin and forced Harry to look at him.
Eric raised an eyebrow. "I didn't hear you Harry." Eric said. "I asked if you understood what I told you."
"Yes." Harry hissed angrily, almost switching to Parseltongue. Eric smiled.
"Glad to hear it. Enjoy the rest of your week. I will see you Friday, Pam will come back on Thursday in order to give you something to wear." Eric ran his eyes over Harry's body quickly. Eric let Harry's chin go and walked to the door. Harry slumped back on the couch as Sookie and Jessica came rushing in. Bill stayed outside to speak with Eric.
"Are you okay?" Sookie asked bending down in front of Harry's legs.
"I'm fine Sookie." Harry said, giving her a soft smile.
"I told you Eric was a bastard. Me and Bill would've helped you find your maker, without Eric's help." Sookie continued.
"I'm thankful for that Sookie, I really am. But I want to find my maker as quickly as possible." Harry said. Sookie frowned as Harry turned away after that, and didn't say anything more. Sookie sighed and placed a hand over Harry's.
Sookie managed to convince Bill to allow Jessica and Harry to go to Merlotte's the next night, which happened to be Tuesday. They would stay while Sookie worked, from seven P.M until close. Harry and Jessica found a booth in the back corner, which was the section of the bar where Sookie was scheduled for the night. She gave them both a TruBlood, and told them to ask for anything if they needed it. Harry rolled his eyes at her mothering, even though she was only a few years older than him, plus Harry had been taking care of himself for years. Harry wasn't complaining though, he liked that she had taken it upon herself to make sure that he was taken care of, even though she barely knew him.
"What are you going to do about Eric?" Jessica asked as soon as Sookie was out of hearing range. Harry looked at her for a few minutes before sighing heavily.
"I have no idea. It's not like I can tell him no, not after he agreed to help me." Harry said, and looked in to his TruBlood bottle. The other newborn stayed silent for a few minutes, but Harry could tell that she was itching to ask another question. Harry didn't push her, knowing that Jessica would ask as soon as she got the courage. Harry turned his eyes on the rest of the room. Tara was behind the bar again, mixing drinks like she'd been doing it for years. Sookie, the other waitress and Sam were waiting the tables, and Harry could hear Lafayette in the kitchen with another man talking about getting something out of the freezer. The bar was yet again filled with more people than he would've expected. However the smell of the food from the kitchen made Harry assume that the food was good. Which was reason enough to come. Sookie had said that Merlotte's was the best place to hang out in Bon Temps.
"You still haven't given me an answer as to why you want to find your maker so badly." Jessica said.
Harry turned his eyes back to her, the earnest look on her face made Harry want to answer her. But the truth was, he wasn't all that sure himself why he was looking for the woman. Maybe it was because he just wanted answers. Why she had picked him. Was it just because he had just been the only one to let her into his house? Had she been watching him, had she picked him for some reason?
When Harry had been thinking in the plane on the flight here. He had been pissed off that he'd just been turned for no reason, then dumped like yesterday's garbage. Why bother turning him at all? Why not drain him dry and leave him on his living room floor until someone found him? Why take the time to bury him, any vampire or supernatural being and several well connected humans knew that in order to turn a human into a vampire instead of just killing them, a vampire has to almost completely drain their prey, then give them a mouthful of vampire blood once their heart had slowed almost to a stop, after that they had to bury the victim and wait three nights. Harry thought that maybe he just wanted revenge. He had just started to get his life back together after the war. He was going to college, branching his life out so he wasn't so completely dependent on the Wizarding World, he had needed space.
"I don't know." Harry answered finally and Jessica seemed confused. "I guess it's a bunch of things. I'm angry and confused. I need to know why."
"Oh." Jessica whispered and picked up her own bottle. She took a slow drink, most likely thinking about what to say. "I was angry at Bill, when he turned me." She bit her bottom lip. "I had snuck out for the first time in my life to go to this party. The next thing I know I'm getting pulled out of a trunk and vampires are talking over me. Everything went black after that. I was so scared, and when I was told what happened I was so mad and so excited at the same time." Harry was hesitant to physically comfort Jessica, but he did eventually reach out and put his hand over hers. "I'd never been so free in my life, that I just went nuts." She gave a nervous chuckle and looked up at Harry.
"I know what you mean." Harry said with a smile.
Their conversation turned lighter after that, which both Harry and Jessica were grateful for.
After the crowd lightened, Lafayette made his way out of the kitchen and over to the booth. They talked until Sookie was ready to leave, and Lafayette walked out with them to Sookie's car. He pressed a kiss to Harry's lips lightly and gave a playful wink back to the newborn as he headed towards his own car.
"See ya later Harry." Lafayette said as he drove past Harry who was still standing stunned next to Sookie's yellow car, her and Jessica giggling inside of it already.
Thursday came much to soon for Harry. Bill had left about an hour ago, going to do God knew what. Leaving Jessica and him alone in the house. The first few hours after dark, they entertained themselves with a few of the sports games on the Wii, with Jessica winning an embarrassing number of them, though Harry insisted it was because he had never played before.
When the door swung open, both of them jumped. Pam walked in, holding two boxes, one that a store usually puts clothes in, the other a larger than average shoe box.
"Alright runt, let's get this over with." She said dropping the boxes on the couch. Harry stared at her for a few seconds. "I don't have all night you know." She put her hands on her hips, and raised an expecting eyebrow.
"Right." Harry put down his controller and stepped over towards her. "So-"
"Your clothes for tomorrow are in the red box. Your shoes, the other." Pam said. "Eric will send a car to pick you up after dark and when you get to Fangtasia, he will tell you what he is expecting you to do."
"Right." Harry opened the box with his clothes in it. He would've blushed had his blood still been flowing, he wasn't sure what he was looking at but it didn't really look like clothing that he would normally pick for himself.
"Problem?" Pam asked in amusement.
"N-no, not at all." Harry managed to get out, shutting the box quickly.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Pam asked and Harry looked up at her. "Put it on so I can see if it fits. If it doesn't I have to get something else for you, and I don't have all night."
"R-right." Harry grabbed the box and ran upstairs in a flash. He could've sworn he heard Pam chuckling as he slammed the door to one of the bathroom's closed.
Harry shifted nervously when he set the box on the counter and flipped it open again. He pulled his shirt off first, and set it on the counter, then pulled his pants off, pulling his boxers up a little more self-consciously, even though they were fine where the sat on his hips. He pulled on the pants first.
They were fitted nicely for his frame, black with grey pinstripes going down the entire length of them. The pants were long enough to cover his feet, and the legs were pretty wide but the waist was just the right size for him. There were large pockets on them, just above the knees, in the middle of his shins and a third just below that, and then the regular pockets at the top over his hips, and on the back. There were two belt with the pants as well. The first belt was pretty plain, just black leather, with silver flat studs in rows of three around the entire length. The second belt was a little bolder, it was black leather like the first, though it had metal bars, all of which were vertical around the belt. There was also a large metal skull that hung in the center of the two belts with long front teeth that were pointed like that of a vampire's.
Harry sighed and pulled the shirt out of the box and over his head. It was made out of a light material, that became more transparent as it stretched. It had long sleeves that clung to Harry's lightly muscled arms and just barely covered the top of his hands, the shoulders had black fishnet inserts. The front of the shirt had a series of precise horizontal slashes in it, which stopped just below Harry's collar bone.
Harry stared at himself for a few minutes. With his skin pale from death, he looked like the gothic people he'd seen all over the place, and it made him feel ridiculous. Harry knew he wasn't the most fashion forward person in the world, but he really didn't think that the Gothic style was the one for him. There were usually to many straps and chains or buttons. He was a simple person, he liked to be able to get out of his clothes without struggling with them. Harry tugged on the shirt slightly, it felt way to tight on him, and if he lifted his arms to high, his shirt road up, revealing his stomach. His pants hung low on his hips, and he felt that they showed off to much of his hip bone.
"Get down here, I know you're dressed." Came Pam's bored voice from downstairs and Harry jumped, having forgotten that she was waiting for him.
Harry opened the bathroom down and made his way down the stairs at a human speed. Pam was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed and she had been boredly examining her nails. She looked up at Harry, and he had trouble reading the expression on her face, it seemed to be a mix of pleased and annoyed.
"Put on the shoes." She said pointing to the box still on the other couch.
Harry did so quickly. He was glad that they weren't the ridiculously tall platform boots with the million buckles on the side that he'd seen people wearing before. Instead they were simple-ish military style black boots with thick laces, and steel plates on the toe, and the heel.
"Do they fit?" Pam asked after Harry had laced them back up.
"Yeah." He answered looking up at her.
"Good, when you get to the club, I'll fix your hair." Pam stood quickly and headed for the door.
"Wait." Harry stood quickly, almost tripping because he wasn't used to the boots or his pants. Pam turned on her thin heels and looked at him. "What is Eric going to have me do?"
"It depends on his mood." Pam answered simply and walked out the door.
Harry turned to Jessica who had been standing silently, having been awkwardly playing her Wii bowling game until Harry had come back down the stairs. "Y-you look nice Harry." Jessica complimented and Harry looked down at his clothes.
"I feel silly." He replied and Jessica laughed lightly at him.
"Its not that bad. Some of the people I saw there were in these horrible outfits that didn't even look like outfits." Jessica said. "Your clothes are actually pretty cool considering how bad some of the other stuff is." She smiled and held up Harry's discarded Wii remote. "How about another game? It's not as fun playing by yourself when you can beat someone else."
Harry smiled. "Just let me change first." Harry headed back towards the stairs as Jessica laughed at him.
Harry had barely been up for an hour when the car came for him. He had just finished a glass of TruBlood, when Bill had told him to get going. He had showered as soon as he'd gotten up, and his hair was still damp from the water. He had figured it didn't matter what he wore, considering he'd have to change as soon as he got to Fangtasia, so he just put on a pair of sweatpants and a old t-shirt.
The black limo waiting for him looked rather unassuming, with black out windows and bright headlights, just like every other limo Harry had ever seen in his life. The backdoor was waiting for him and Harry slipped in with his outfit and shoes back in their respective boxes. The door shut automatically and the dividing window between the back and the driver rolled down.
Harry stared at the vampire in the back seat, an unassuming, heavier set man of either Asian or possible Hispanic decent. "I hope you don't need anything else." The man said as he started driving.
"No, I have everything." Harry said and without another word the dividing window rolled back up and Harry was left in silence for the remainder of the hour and ten minute ride.
When the door opened again after the car had come to a stop, Harry realized that he was in the back of what was most likely Fangtasia. The driver made his way from the other side of the limo up to the unassuming door and pressed several numbers on the security pad. There was a short buzz and the door opened, the driver turned and looked expectantly at Harry. He stumbled at first, then made his way through the door that closed behind him with a sharp snap.
At the end of the hall was a door, which was ajar and Harry could hear both Pam and Eric inside. He moved down the hall but before he could reach the door, it swung open, revealing Pam who looked very much like a dominatrix that Harry had seen once in a magazine.
"You're not dressed." Pam stated, putting her hands on her hips, her long nails were painted blood red, matching the lipstick that she wore.
"I thought I could get dressed here." Harry replied as Pam stepped aside to let him into the office. Eric was sitting behind a desk filled with paperwork. He was dressed in sturdy looking dark wash jeans with a thick black leather belt with a heavy metal buckle which looked a lot like a viking symbol Harry had seen at a museum once. His shirt was a black skin tight t-shirt that looked to be made out of the same material as the shirt that Harry was supposed to be wearing. There was a black leather jacket hanging off the back of his chair as well.
"You thought wrong then." Eric said. "Every moment that I waste taking care of you is a minute that I waste not taking care of my business." Eric said and Harry shifted nervously.
"I'm sorry." Harry apologized. "I just assumed that you wouldn't be open yet."
"Don't assume anything." Eric said. "Get dressed."
Harry looked around, hoping to see a door to a bathroom, but he wasn't that lucky. Harry turned back to Eric who was staring at him. "Here?"
"I would've specified somewhere else, had I meant it." Eric said.
Harry swallowed nervously and set his boxes on the couch that was against the wall opposite of Eric and his desk and pulled his shirt over his head. He pulled on the shirt that Pam had given him, tugging the sleeves down before pulling the pants from the box. He kicked his tennis shoes off and changed from his sweatpants to the other pants as quickly as he could, though Eric and Pam could both easily keep up with the speed. He slid the belts into place next, and then pulled on his boots.
Eric still hadn't said a word as Pam stepped forward, eying him carefully. She grabbed his belts, and twisted it until the actually buckles were on his right hip, but the skull (which he learned was just for decoration) stayed in the center of his waist, above the zipper and button for the pants. Pam then pointed towards a chair sitting in the center of the room and ordered him to "Sit." Which Harry did without a word. She draped a towel around his shoulders and got to work gelling his hair so that it stood up in wild shining spikes.
Harry remained silent during the entire thing, but when Pam brought out an eye liner pencil, Harry jumped up from his seat. "Whoa, wait a minute." Harry looked at Eric who seemed mildly amused with him. "Can I draw the line at make-up, please?"
Eric chuckled and leaned back in his seat. "I suppose you look enough like a vampire without it." He joked and Harry's shoulders sagged in relief. "You can leave him alone Pam, get ready to open." Eric said. Pam gave Harry another look over before leaving and Harry sighed, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
"What are you going to have me do?" Harry asked after almost twenty minutes of awkward silence.
"I haven't decided yet." Eric admitted, his attention turned back to the paperwork on his desk.
"Then why do you have me here?" Harry asked.
Eric didn't answer for a long time. Harry was started to get annoyed, he shifted restlessly in his seat until finally Eric lifted his head and locked eyes with Harry. "I am doing the favor for you Harry, not the other way around. I thought we established the other day that you do what I say, when I say and do not ask any questions." Eric stood slowly, and looked at the clock. Harry looked up too, and realized that it was actually after ten o'clock at night.
"We did." Harry said through gritted teeth.
"Good, then come. The doors will be open now, I have to take my place in the bar, and you will sit next to me." Eric said, shrugging into his jacket. Harry followed Eric out of the room and down another hall, he had heard music as soon as they left the office, but it had been muffled. But the further into the building they went, the louder the music got. When they stopped in front of a heavy steel door, Harry could feel the vibration from the loud music in the air. Eric pushed open the door, revealing the bar.
The large room was styled with deep dark red, blacks and dark stained woods. There were several large metal poles on raised platforms, with vampires already dancing on them. The bar was already packed as well, everyone wearing gothic style clothing, the few that weren't were still dressed in dark colors. Eric moved towards a raised platform with a large brown leather arm chair with a high back, he sat with ease, taking a relaxed leaned back posture with his legs spread wide and his arms on the arm rests, his hands over the ends.
Harry hesitated when he noticed some people looking up towards them, but he took the smaller chair next to Eric before he managed to anger Eric again. Harry tried to relax, but with the way that people kept looking up, at Eric, then at him, he found himself struggling to.
Harry sighed, it was going to be a long night.
The beginning of the night was uneventful, humans and vampires danced and Harry tried to keep himself from being to bored, but after about midnight, he found himself slumping back in his chair, not noticing that he had taken a position similar to Eric's, his legs spread open, one arm over the side of his chair, the other resting over his flat stomach, his eyes boredly scanning over the room every few minutes.
He caught a few random conversations over the music, humans hooking up with vampires, vampires hooking up with vampires, humans with humans. Fangtasia was similar to a regular club, only people were decked to the nines in gothic clothing and vampires showed off their speed and inhuman abilities rather freely.
"You should mingle." Eric said and Harry looked from the dance floor and over to him. There was a strange gleam in Eric's eyes as he looked at Harry. "That one at the bar has had his eyes on you since he came in." Eric continued, and Harry turned his attention towards the bar. Sure enough there was a man sitting at the bar, dressed in rather normal clothes considering that just next to him was a woman in shiny leather chaps, a thong, tall heels and corset.
The man was handsome, his dark blue shirt clung to his heavily muscled frame, and his dark wash jeans were just baggy enough to be comfortable, but not hang off. He had dirty blonde hair and pale grey eyes. His skin had a healthy tan to it, showing that he was in fact human.
"Don't be shy Harry. He wants you, I can smell his attraction from here." Eric dismissed Harry with a wave of his hand. Harry stood slowly, unaware that more eyes turned to watch him as he stepped off the platform. Vampires and humans alike parted on the dance floor, just enough for him to skirt through and over to the bar. The man sat straighter on his stool, his eyes more intently trained on Harry.
"Hello." Harry said with a bit of a smile.
"Hello yourself." The man replied, "Name's Devon, pleasure to meet you-" his southern accent thicker than even Bill's, though he didn't sound uneducated.
"Harry." The newborn replied, sliding onto the stool next to Devon with a smile.
After nearly half an hour of mindless chatter, Devon's tone of voice changed and he moved in a little closer to Harry, and his hand slid up the outside of Harry's left leg to rest near his hip. Harry looked down at Devon's hand as his lips moved against his ear.
"How 'bout you and I head out back for a little privacy." Devon said and Harry's eyes moved up to his face.
Harry licked his lips slowly, as he smelt the arousal coming from Devon in thick waves, and he felt himself reacting. "I wouldn't mind." Harry replied.
Before he knew it, him and Devon were in the back hall near the bathroom, and Devon had him pinned against the wall. Devon was rutting up against Harry, his hands moving under his shirt like snakes. He kept biting at Harry's neck like he was the vampire, and Harry let his head fall back against the wall and his eyes fall closed. Harry rocked his hips back against Devon's, tangled his fingers in the man's hair and he moaned in pleasure.
Harry hardly ever let himself go like this, which wasn't to say he was a prude. He just never acted like this, completely let go in the back of a night club with some guy he didn't even know. He had had casual sex just like any other college student, one night stands and the like but, he had never just done it in the club where he had picked someone up, or the other way around depending on the night.
There was only one problem, the more excited Harry went, the hungrier he realized that he was. The hungrier and hornier he got, the more he realized that Devon's heart was racing so loudly it was drowning out the bass of the music in the club. When Harry's fangs shot down he growled and pushed Devon across the wall and into the wall so hard that the drywall actually cracked.
Devon didn't seem to mind at all, in fact he moaned in pleasure, rocking his hips forward into Harry's. "Thought it'd take you forever to get there." Devon said breathlessly. "Do it, come on, bite me." Devon tilted his neck to the side and Harry's eyes zoned in on it.
Harry felt his mouth grown dry and he swore he could see Devon's neck pulsing with each beat of his heart. "N-no, I don't feed from humans." Harry said and Devon looked at him.
"What do you mean? What did you do before TruBlood?" Devon asked and Harry shook his head.
"Not that old." Harry managed to get out, though his vision was still locked on Devon's neck.
"You've never had human blood?" Devon asked with a chuckle. Harry shook his head again, leaning forward to run his tongue against the human's neck, unable to stop himself. Devon moaned, tilting his head back and exposing more of his neck. "Trust me then, you're missing out. Just bite down." Devon said, his voice growing husky once again and Harry inhaled deeply, his eyes falling closed. "My blood's right there, just bite." He said again and Harry moaned.
"I've never done this before." Harry muttered as he mouthed around on Devon's mouth, trying to find a spot that he liked. His mind was going blank, focused on some animalistic instinct that told him what to do and how to do it.
"Bite him." Came a voice down the hall, and Harry's body reacted.
He bit down on Devon's neck hard. His fangs slid into the human's skin with out any resistance. Hot blood sprayed into his mouth and Devon groaned, gripping Harry's forearms hard. Harry growled as he drank, taking mouthful after mouthful of blood. He could hear the muffled sound of Devon's heart slowing down but he couldn't bring himself to stop, couldn't seem to remember that if a human lost to much blood, their heart would stop beating, and they'd die. Devon tensed up, and tried to push Harry away and Harry growled angrily, grabbing Devon's hands and pushing them up hard against the wall with ease and kept drinking.
Then in a flash, Harry found himself being pulled away and thrown down to the end of the hall. Harry flipped over when he hit the floor, a defiant roar ripping from his chest as he crouched down like a cat about to strike. His eyes blazing as he stared at Eric holding a limp Devon against the wall, his split open and bleeding hand against the human's mouth. There was an undeniable pleased smirk on Eric's lips, and this look in his eyes like he had gotten what he wanted.
Harry slowly licked the blood from his lips, even though it was still covering part of his cheeks and his chin. He forced himself to calm down enough to stand up straight, some of his bones cracked and his senses felt even more alert than they had before.
"That is what real blood does to you." Eric said, letting Devon slid down the wall. He stalked towards Harry, his smirk growing as he watched Harry's pupils dilate and his heaving chest slow to a normal pace. "Feels good doesn't it?"
"Why do you care if I drink human blood or not?" Harry asked.
"That, is none of your concern." Eric said looking down at Harry. His eyes roamed over Harry's body slowly before again resting on Harry's face. "You should clean yourself up in the bathroom before joining me again out front."
By the time that Eric had let Harry leave and he'd been driven back to Bon Temps, it was nearly daylight. Harry could still feel the affects of the human blood in his system, the humming in his still veins. When he stepped into the house, Jessica instantly jumped onto him. Talking a mile a minute and insisting that she tell him everything about her night. Sookie was laying on the couch with her head in Bill's lap and an exhausted look in her eyes, but she flashed a smile and greeted him.
"Let him relax Jessica." Bill said with a chuckle, and Jessica stopped talking, her powerful jaw snapping shut audibly.
"Everything was fine, rather uneventful actually." Harry said. "Eric just made me sit there." Harry said and Jessica groaned, moving away from Harry to slump onto the arm chair in the corner of the room.
Sookie however stared at him carefully for a few seconds, as if trying to figure out a difficult puzzle or something, but eventually she rested her head against Bill's legs again and closed her eyes. "I'm glad he wasn't that much of an ass to you Harry." She said.
"Oh, he was. I was just expecting it is all this time." Harry said giving a smile, even though she couldn't see it. "I'm going to get ready for bed." He said and headed up the stairs for a shower and to change into something more comfortable.
As Harry stood under the warm spray of the water, he kept thinking about the look in Eric's eyes after he watched Harry feed. Harry couldn't figure it out, and it was getting on his nerves. Actually, everything about Eric Northman managed to push every single one of Harry's nerves and get under his skin in the worst way possible. All he knew is that Eric actually did know something about his maker, and if he wanted to find out what Eric knew, he was going to have to play the other vampire's stupid games until he got what he wanted.
End Chapter Four:
In the next chapter: Eric continues to push Harry's buttons. Bill acts shifty some more, Sookie tells Harry her secret. Harry meets Jason for the first time, and someone's magic is calling out to Harry's in the worst ways possible, or maybe the best ways possible.
At least, that's the plan, we'll see how long the chapter gets, but I'm hoping to have everything in there. I still have no idea how long this fic is going to be, hopefully I'll get to talk to my co-author a bit and we'll figure everything out.
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