A/N: You guys... this story now has had 2,252 views, 39 Followers, 25 Favorites, and 9 Reviews. I. Love. You. All. Honestly, thank you so effing much. I can't believe it. ^-^ Anyways, sorry this took me so damn long to get out. I was busy with finals, and college, and life, and blah blah blah. _ I worked my butt off on this yesterday, trying to finish this for Christmas. So, as my X-mas gift to you, here's chapter 7! Yay! **Merry Christmas to all who celebrate Christmas! And Happy Holidays to anyone celebrating any holiday! And Happy December 25th to anyone living on earth.**
"Spoilsport." Damn, I was running out of words! And we hadn't even gotten to the store yet. We were riding in Blondie's car, looking for a grocery store that was open this late at night. It wasn't easy. Didn't this town have any 24/7 stores?
"Dampener," Blondie said. He had, about half way through our car ride, decided to join my game. This was the most civil conversation we'd ever had.
"Oh! Good one. Hmn... Doomsdayer."
"Wet-blanket."
"Bubble-burster."
"Stick-in-the-mud."
"Cold-fish."
"Prophet-of-doom."
"Pessimist."
"I don't think that one counts."
"Whatever," I said, trying to think of another word, or phrase, synonymous with 'buzzkill'. Looking out the window, I saw a small grocery store that looked to be open. "Oi, Blondie!" I yelled, smacking his arm and pointing to the store.
Blondie pulled into the parking lot, parking the car. As we got out of the car, Blondie asked, "Have you thought of a word yet?"
I paused and pursed my lips. "Did I say Killjoy already?"
"Yes."
"What about party-pooper?"
"Yes."
"Uh, Dampener?"
"I said that one."
"Fine, I give up. You win." I pouted.
He gave me a smug smirk before we resumed walking towards the store.
Walking into the store, I grabbed a cart.
"What food do you need?"
"There's no stove in your bar, so I'll need something that I can just microwave. I'm thinking pizza-rolls, toaster-scrambles, and some of those frozen dinners. Maybe some canned vegetables."
"That sounds so health," Blondie's sarcastic reply came.
"That's what the veggies are for." I gave him a cheeky grin, before dashing away, heading towards the frozen foods.
After grabbing mi food, I wandered, looking for Blondie who had disappeared. I found him over by the TruBloods, talking to Ken. "Hey, I got me munchies." I said as I ran towards them, drifting the cart to a stop.
Blondie glanced at my cart, and the mound of food in it, then at me. "What are you going do do with all that food?"
"... Eat it."
He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
I turned to Ken. "Hey, how's it goin'?"
"It is going well, thank you, Miss...?"
"Anna. Me llamo es Anna." Thank you, Issie, for teaching me espanol. That's Spanish in Spanish. Aren't I smert.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Anna. I'm Bill Compton."
"No, I'm pretty sure you're Ken." ... Oh shit, I said that out loud.
"What?" Ken asked, completely confused.
"Anyways, Bill," Blondie said, directing the attention back to him, "As I was say-"
"Sookie!" Ken cut off, before vamp-speeding outta there.
"Rude," was all I said.
Blondie, who was clearly annoyed with the situation, said, "Let's go," and started walking towards the check outs. And by walk, I mean fast walking. Stupid tall Blondie, with stupid long legs that go stupidly fast. I had to sprint to keep up with him.
Checking out, I was surprised when Blondie pulled out his card to pay for my food. "You know, I can pay for my own food..." I said.
Blondie just rolled his eyes and smirked. Damn that smirk. I grumbled about tall vampires, and irritating smirks all the way out to the car.
Back at the bar, I threw my food into the freezer, seeing as the vamps don't like the smell. I quickly got to bar-tending, hopping over the bar as Longshadow, surprise surprise, glared at me.
After work, when everyone except Blondie and I had left, I grabbed a bag of pizza-rolls )it was a family-sized bag... what? I like me my pizza-rolls) and dumped half of it onto a plate, heating it in the microwave.
I quickly devoured the food. Pizza-rolls had never tasted so good. I put the half-bag back into the freezer before washing my plate. I dug through the cleaning supplies until I found a can of air freshener, and I sprayed it in the air, hoping to mask the smell of my human food.
I skipped into the bedroom, where I found Blondie laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I frowned at him. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"I can stay awake a while into the mornings."
"You won't get the bleeds?"
"Not right away," Blondie replied. I just nodded, before grabbing some clothes out of my bag. "You should shower. You reek of human food."
I rolled my eyes. "You sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself, don't you?"
"I have no reason to try and make you feel good about yourself."
"It's called being a nice person, ass-butt. You could try it sometime."
"I don't think I'm that bored, yet." Was his reply.
"Hm?"
"I'd have to be very bored to try being nice."
At this, I snorted. "Blondie made a funny." I glanced over at him, and he smirked. "Alright, I'll go shower so you and your poor, sensitive vampire nose can sleep peacefully."
I crawled into bed next to Blondie after my shower. Getting comfy, I let out a yawn. "Hey, Blondie?"
I heard a sigh, before he replied, "Yes?"
"Would you ever sleep with Ginger?"
"Why do you ask?" He questioned, voice annoyed.
"She mentioned it last morning. It was really... gross. I almost feel bad for the girl."
"Why?"
"I could practically see the sexual tension running off of her," I replied, giving a shudder. Blondie snorted. "Hey, Blondie?"
"What, Anna?"
"Why'd you open Fangtasia? You don't really seem to enjoy it."
"Why are you so nosy?" He snapped.
I shrugged. "I'll stop if you want." After a moment of silence, my lips curled up in a smile. I moved so I was on my stomach, and lifted my upper half so I was resting on my arms, looking over at Blondie. "Blondie?" He let out a light hum. "Where are you from?"
"I was born in Sweden."
"When you and Pam talk... is that Swedish?"
"Yes."
"Hm. When were you turned?"
"I died in the year 930."
"When we first met, and you had me pinned to the wall... If I hadn't called Godric, would you have killed me?"
"... Possibly."
"Probably?" I questioned, smirking down at him.
His lip twitched, and his eyes moved from staring at the ceiling, to mine. "That's enough questions. You should go to sleep."
I let out another yawn, before saying, "Blondie?" I heard him let out an exasperated sigh, much like Godric would do. Before he could say anything, I said, "Thank you." I was met with silence, but it didn't bother me. I just rolled onto my side, curling up next to Blondie, but not touching him. Even though we usually ended up mushed together when we woke up, I felt it would be crossing a line if I purposely cuddled up against him. I tugged the covers tightly around me, and let out another yawn as my eyelids drooped. "G'night, Blondie," I mumbled out.
"Goodnight, little Anna."
A/N: Tada! Chapter 7! I hope you all enjoyed it! Feel free to Follow, Favorite, or Review! It means the world to me. Honestly, I never thought people would enjoy any of the stories I've written, not that I planned on ever sharing them with anyone. But, now that I have shared this story on FanFiction, I'm so glad I did. You are all wonderful. Just fucking awesome. You all deserve a cookie. I've started writing the next chapter, but I don't know how soon it'll be up. Hopefully I'll be able to finish it sooner than this one. _ Love you guys! Merry X-Mas, Happy Holidays, and Good Day!
Rose
