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It was awkward. To say the least.

I was squeezed into the back of a corvette between Pam and Chow. Eric was in the passenger directing Bill to drive. Lazy.

And so now I sit here, pressed against two vampires that I just met about two whole minutes ago.

Merlotte's was about fifteen minutes away. Oh, the bonding time we'll have!

For about the fiftieth time that night, I shyed away from Pam as much as I could, leaning towards Chow.

Pam had a wandering hand.

She smiled lazily at me and drawled (is that how she speaks all the time?), "Now, little human, I don't bite...much."

I kinda grimace-smiled back at her, "That's okay, I'm fine where I am, thanks."

She rolled her eyes, "You're no fun."

"The problem is," I explained, only to make the situation so much more awkward, "Is that I'm PRETTY sure we don't play on the same team."

"Darling," she full-out grinned, "I play on everybody's team."

My face twitched. I don't even want to know the full conotations of that last sentence. Ew.

Chow remained silent as I pressed harder against his side, just looking out the window.

I think I officially like Chow the best out of all of them.

Go Chow.

"Don't frighten the human," Eric called out from the front, "That's my job."

"Da," replied Pam. Pretty sure that's yes in Russian.

"Hey," I squinted, looking at the lounging blond head in front of me, "I told you I have a name, Eskimo. Use it."

He turned around giving me the full force of his icy stare, "Excuse me?"

"I said that I have a-"

"-Did you call me an eskimo?" he questioned amusedly, as if he'd never heard of such a thing.

"Yup. I heard once from this really OLD man that a name shouldn't be used for a person that doesn't deserve it."

He lifted his eyebrows, "Yes, but where did the eskimo come from?"

"Oh, that. You never denied that you were from the North Pole so...yeah."

"Aren't you bright?"

"Very much so."

I glanced around the car, seeing who was paying attention to our little conversation. They all looked zoned out, but I knew the truth.

Truth is, is that vampires are ALWAYS listening. Never let your guard down. Never underestimate them.

I looked back at Eric; he'd already turned back in his seat, looking at his phone. What a teenager.

I cleared my throat, "So does anyone in this car wanna tell me why Sookie came home looking like she took a bloodbath last night?"

Bill tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "She didn't tell you?"

I sighed, leaning my head back against the headrest, "She was exhausted. So...no. Wanna spill?"

From what I saw, Bill gritted his teeth and looked like he was going to say something when Eric piped in, "She was covered in vampire gore from a vampire that Bill staked. For her. That is why we're going to..this bar."

"What?" I exclaimed, "You staked a vampire, Bill?"

"He was a threat to Sookie," was his only reply.

Still freaking out a bit on the inside, I coolly said, "So what's the point of going to Merlotte's?"

Eric tilted his head, still not facing me, "He has to say his goodbyes, apparently. We've got a tribunal to attend because of his recklessness."

"Well, at least he saved Sookie, which is more than I can say for the big, fat jerk sitting right in front of me." I scoffed.

In a flash, he was right in front of me, standing crouched in my legroom, leaning right up against me in the tiny car, fangs clicked out.

He bared his pinscers at me, "I suggest you watch the way you talk to me, human. Other vampires wouldn't be quite as patient."

I tried to restrain a gulp, but it slipped out anyways. Urgh, stupid me, showing fear.

He grinned at me, clearly pleased at having seen me scared, "Pam. Move."

And with that, Pam herself flashed into the passenger seat, while Eric repositioned himself in hers, trying to get comfortable in the miniscule space.

I glared at him, turning my head to face Chow, the broody, moody, nontalkative vampire.

Yay Chow, an empty, unjudging space to stare at.

Bill glanced in the rearview mirror at the weird situation. Yeah, we all know Eric's a freak. Get with the program.

Eric hummed lightly, his eyes roaming around the car, "Sparrow."

"What?" I said, now thoroughly weirded out by his behavior. Seriously, one second he's cold and moody, and the next he's...just moody?

"That's your name now, since you detest being called 'human.' I was simply following your wishes."

"My name is Anya. Say it with me, Eskimo, AN-YA!" I kinda yelled in his face, enounciating all the syllabals.

He cocked his head and pressed as close as he could against me, making me go almost into Chow's lap, "Then hear me, Sparrow, Eric. ER-IC."

Except his was slightly more intimidating that mine, since he had his fangs out. Dangit!

I squished myself further into the unmoving Chow (he's kinda like a pillow), "Get out of my face, Northman."

He looked at me from below his eyelids, fangs still out and shiny, "Good. An improvement. You're finally learning."

He backed away and sit back in his seat, closing his eyes, yet still in my personal space though, since he was so HUGE!

"I'm not a dog."

He opened one eye a fraction, "Sure you are. Now shut up."

"HEY! I AM NOT-Mmmgphh!"

And in that moment, I was silenced by Eric Northman with a quick hand slapped over my mouth; muffling me and all my retorts that had yet to come.

He didn't take it off for the rest of the ride there.

Jerk.