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Sookie was soaking in the tub after Bill and herself made love. There were candles everywhere and music softly playing to make it feel like a romantic setting for her.
She felt so sore and would occasionally flinch with she moved her lower body in a certain way, but Bill was right in saying the hot water would help her.
Bill stood naked in front of a mirror as Sookie watched him.
She spotted that he did indeed have a reflection. "Wait a minute. I thought you were supposed to be invisible in a mirror."
Bill smiled as he chuckled, everyone always asks that. "We started most of the myths about ourselves many centuries ago." Bill walked toward the tub. "If humans thought that we couldn't be seen in a mirror, it was another way for us to prove that we weren't vampires. And that way, we could stay hid." Bill stepped into the tub with Sookie.
"So what about holy water?"
Bill splashed the water lightly. "Just water."
"Crucifixes?"
"Geometry."
"Garlic?" Sookie asked with a smile, liking the information he was sharing with her.
"It's irritating, but that's pretty much it." Bill shrugged.
Sookie leaned back to the wall of the tub. "I feel a little weak."
"Of course you do. I fed on your blood." Bill placed his hand on her naked shoulder. "You should take some vitamin B-12 to replenish."
"Will I need to do that every day?"
"If you don't mind, yes. And no garlic." He joked, making her laugh.
"Is it always like this?" Sookie asked after a moment.
"No, it is not."
"I never thought I'd be able to…" Sookie blushed lightly.
Bill placed his hand over his heart. "I am honored that you chose me."
Sookie looked away as a memory popped into her head.
'Her tiny little legs.' Bartlett thought as he watched a younger Sookie try to do her math homework, not knowing that the young girl was hearing his thoughts. 'Flexible and smooth.'
Bartlett snapped out of his thoughts. "How's the homework comin'?"
"I hate math." Sookie pouted. "Gran usually helps me."
"Maybe I can help." His eyes scanned her skin. 'Her skin is perfect. So soft.' He patted his lap. "Come sit on my lap so I can see you better."
Sookie went over and sat in his lap, and Bartlett held back a groan from the feel of her skin and scent of her hair. "I'm good at this. It's easier than you think." He mentally took a breath in to control himself. 'No hair anywhere on her body.' He moved her hair back. 'Oh my.'
"Uncle Bartlett loves you, sweetie."
Sookie snapped out of the memory. "It was just… touching. Wasn't nearly as bad as what happens to some girls."
Bill was angry that anyone would every do those things to a child. "Did you tell anyone?"
"Gran." Sookie saw his hand in a fist, he had kept it like that since she started the story. "She ran him off and never spoke to him again. Her own brother."
"It wasn't your fault."
Sookie's tone turned cold at those words. "I know that." Her tone returned to normal. "But… Here I am. I mean… Just had one of the most important experiences in a girl's life. And… It was so, so perfect. Great. I hate that… I can't not think about him."
Bill carefully pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her. "You think about whatever you think about. It's okay. You're safe with me." Now that Sookie couldn't see his face anymore, a dark look flashed across his face.
He would avenge Sookie, get rid of the man that caused her nightmares since childhood.
"You motherfuckers gonna have to be…" Lafayette paused as he licked his lips into the camera. "Patient." He moved back as he opened his hoodie to show that he was shirtless underneath. "There's good things coming your way." He threw the hoodie to the side, showing the camera his golden thong popping out of his low riding jeans. "This ain't Christmas morning, up on caffeine, ripping off that cheap Wal-Mart paper to get your blender." He turned around, his back to the camera as he slowly lowered his jeans. "Whole lot of creativity went into this package and I want you to enjoy…"
Jason opened the door and moved his eyes away quickly. "Whoa!"
Lafayette grabbed the statue at his side to defend himself when he saw it was Jason. "Motherfucker."
"Back up the truck, man."
Lafayette pointed the statue his way. "Don't fuckin' creep, bitch. You're fuckin' creepin'. What the fuck you doin' here?"
Jason started to fidget. "I just need to get some more V."
Lafayette glared at him. "I need you to run your ass out of my goddamn doorway, 'cause I'm fuckin' workin'." He pointed to the camera.
"Come on, buddy. I just need a little." Jason pleaded.
"I told you not to take too much."
"Yeah, I know." Jason sighed.
Lafayette continued. "And you wound up in the hospital. I said keep quiet about where it came from, and you fuckin' ran off at the mouth to Tara. Then you got vamped up and fuckin' threw a cop around. You can't handle the shit, buddy." Lafayette spat mockingly.
Jason took a step forward. "Look, I will pay however you want. I'll even show my wiener on your website."
Lafayette pointed to Jason. "You can take your little stumpy white dick and get the fuck up out my joint. That's what I want."
Jason scoffed. "And what you gonna do? You gonna call the law?" he snorted and went to the cabinet night table and was ready to open it when Lafayette came up behind him and held his arms back, locking his arms.
"Fuck. What'cha got? Don't fuckin' fuck me, motherfucker. Hear me?" Lafayette spat into Jason's ear as he hissed in pain. "'Cause I will fuck your ass up. You get me?" Lafayette threw Jason toward the door. "Get the fuck up outta here."
Jason opened the door to leave when he looked back to Lafayette. "Oh, can you at least tell me where I can find some more?"
"Go to the fuckin' morgue, 'cause that's where you're goin'." Lafayette yelled as he marched toward the door, scaring Jason away. "Get the fuck outta here." Lafayette locked his doors and peeked through the blinders. "Bitch."
Bill pushed against a wall, and a click echoed through the room to show that it was a secret door. He went in and lifted the secret door on the floor that was attached to the rug. "This is where I spend my days."
"Does anyone ever get in there with you?" Sookie looked up at Bill as he came back to stand by her.
"This is not a place for you."
"So we can never sleep beside each other."
Bill frowned and held Sookie's shoulders. "No one else knows where I rest."
Sookie nodded, feeling touched he had showed her this.
Bill lowered his head and placed a kiss on her lips before going into the hole. He shut the door, never breaking Sookie's eye sight.
Sookie sighed as she exited the home, the sun was coming up as she slowly made her way home with her nightgown in her arms and wearing one of Bill's button up shirts.
It was too early for people to be up, so Sookie didn't worry.
Sookie opened the door and locked it after her.
She paused as she heard the floor boards creaking in the living room.
Was it the murderer? Did he come to kill her off too?
She slowly made her way toward where the sound of someone rummaging through the things.
Sookie gasped as Jason jumped back. "Fuck."
"Jason? What are you doin'?" she saw items in his hands.
"Nothin'." Jason felt like he was caught and went to quickly walk pass Sookie when the twin holes in her neck. He groaned. "You went ahead and did it, huh? My own sister." He snarled his lip in disgust at her. "Nothin' but a damn fangbanger. Now, you saved it all these years for a fuckin' vampire?"
"Bill is a gentleman." Sookie defended Bill.
"He bit you."
Sookie glared at Jason. "He doesn't hit me, which is more than I can say for you."
Jason sighed. "I tried to apologize for that, but you wouldn't let me."
Sookie looked at the candle sticks in Jason's hands. "What are you doin' with that Gran's candlesticks?"
Jason paused. "I'm just takin' half of what's mine."
"They were her wedding present from her mother."
Jason tried to shrug pass. "I need the money."
Sookie stopped him. "For what? You have a job and a house."
"Sook, it's none of your business."
Sookie shook her head. "Gran might have spoiled you rotten, but I won't. This is my house now. You put those things down and get out." She spat the last words at him.
Jason scoffed and walked pass Sookie, when she grabbed the bag in his hand, making it rip and spill the contents inside.
Things from Gran's room were on the ground, even her jewelry that she wore on her wedding day and every Sunday to church.
Sookie looked up at Jason in disbelief. "You were gonna sell her jewelry?"
Jason needed to get out now. He quickly moved to the door and walked out, only the candlesticks in hand. He didn't look back as he entered his truck and drove toward the pawn shop.
Bang Bang
Charlotte groaned in her bed as the door downstairs was being banged on. 'Gah… what…'
BANG BANG BANG
The knocking got louder.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Charlotte got out of bed, grabbed a robe, and went to the door. She opened the door to see Sookie with a sad look. "Sookie? What happened? Come in, come in." she moved out of the way to let Sookie in then closed the door. "What's wrong?"
Sookie sat on the love seat. She took an emerald green and brown throw pillow and put it on her lap. "I came home this morning and found Jason rummaging in the house. He was taking Gran's stuff, like her jewelry and the candle holders that her mother gave her as a wedding present."
Charlotte was shocked to hear that. "What? Why?"
"He was going to sell them. I don't know for what though. He has a damn house and a job!" Sookie sniffled and hugged the throw pillow close to her chest.
Charlotte paused, going through Sookie's words. "Wait… what do you mean you came home this morning?" Sookie became wide eyed as she stared at Charlotte, blushing and pushing her head into the pillow, mumbling. Charlotte sat next to her. "Sookie… you can tell me."
Sookie mumbled once again into the pillow, making Charlotte sigh.
"Sook, lass, I can't understand you. How about you give me the pillow?" Charlotte went to reach for it when Sookie held onto it even tighter and moved away from Charlotte's hand. "Give me the pillow!" Charlotte attacked her, trying to pull the pillow but Sookie held on tight.
"I SLEPT WITH BILL!" Sookie screamed at the top of her lungs as the pillow was moving away from her grip.
Charlotte froze. "What?"
Sookie looked at Charlotte, waiting for the look of disgust to show on her face. "I slept with Bill last night." She repeated.
Charlotte let go of the pillow and stared at Sookie. "What?" she said even louder. She was shocked to hear that from Sookie, not expecting it.
Charlotte's next action threw Sookie off guard. Instead of Charlotte screaming that she was a fang banger and to get out, she was attacked into a hug as Charlotte yelled out congrats.
Sookie was stiff but after a while, but she returned the hug with her face red as hell.
"Bet you had a full night." Charlotte laughed as she teased and backed away. "Sorry Sook, um, does Jason know? That you and Bill had sex."
Sookie nodded sadly. "He said he couldn't believe that I saved it all this time for a vampire, and called me a fang-banger." Sookie scoffed. "I'm so mad at home for bringing Uncle Bartlett to the funeral."
Charlotte watched Sookie. "Why are you so scared of him?" Sookie snapped her head toward Charlotte. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but should I worry for your safety if that man comes around again?"
Sookie shook her head. "It's okay…" she sighed as she got comfortable on her seat. "Uncle Bartlett is Gran's brother, but he was ran off from Gran because…" she started to fidget. "When I was real young, I heard these… things from him when I was in the room. He watched me for a time, just that, but then…"
Realization crossed Charlotte's face, then it turned to anger. "That nasty son of a bitch! Does Jason know?" Sookie shook her head. "Sook, you're mad at him because he invited your uncle, but he doesn't know what that filthy man had done."
Sookie looked away, she was right, but Jason knew that Gran had kicked out Bartlett.
Charlotte saw the bite marks on Sookie's neck when she scratched them. "Sook, do you want a scarf or something to hide that?" she pointed to the holes. "Most people are already talking shit, we don't want them having more ammo to use against you."
Sookie rubbed the bite mark softly. "Sure, what do you got?"
"Follow me, I think I got a few you'd like."
At work, Sookie was a ray of sunshine, wearing a nice green printed scarf over the bite mark. At the center of this lightweight sage wrap sat a pink sewing machine encircled in DIY-inspired patterns and a measuring tape trim.
Sookie fell in love with it as soon as she saw it and Charlotte gave it to Sookie.
Charlotte was right in the middle of walking toward Lafayette to place an order when she saw the three men that caused Lafayette some problems, aka the AIDS burger guys.
Charlotte got to Lafayette quickly. "Hello handsome!" she greeted him.
Lafayette looked up to greet the woman when he saw the men. His good mood disappeared and he went toward them when Sam stopped him.
"I'm paying you to cook, not beat on customers." Sam warned him.
"Then I want a mother-fucking raise."
Charlotte snorted softly at his answer and walked to table number 3, to get their order.
"I'll think about it, but 'til then, no trouble. We're gettin' busy." Sam pointed his finger at Lafayette in a warning.
Terry walked over to Sam carrying a pack of beer for the fridge. "Tara called. She ain't comin' in." he informed Sam.
"What?" he wanted Terry to explain more but the man already walked away. Sam sighed. "Hell, we're already short a waitress."
Sookie nearly skipped by Sam to the order window. "Don't worry, Sam. We'll make it work."
"Well, goddamn." Lafayette walked over to Sookie as she stacked up her tray. "Look at you. All pornalicious. What kind of crazy mix you done and got yourself into?" he smirked, he did always love juice details.
Sookie just smiled. "Can't I just be in a good mood without it being a big deal? It's a pretty night outside, and I'm glad to be enjoying it with my friends. Oh! And I got a new scarf!"
Lafayette nodded. "Very cute baby girl." He complimented as she walked by.
Jason was just getting home when his cell rang. "Yeah?" he answered, not looking at the number.
It was Randi Sue, the woman Jason had spent the night with when his Gran was murdered. "It's me."
Jason paused, not really knowing who she was. "Hey. Who's me?"
Randi Sue giggled into the payphone. "Randi Sue. Like you don't know." She purred.
Jason finally remembered. "Oh, hey! How's it goin'?"
"Well, I'm at Merlotte's, and I'm just waitin' for you to come on down and buy me a drink."
"I ain't comin' to Merlotte's tonight." Jason informed her as he took off his sweaty tank.
Randi Sue's tone became hard. "You ain't avoidin' me, are you? 'Cause that's shit's not gonna fly, cowboy. Not after the other night."
Jason was use to that tone already. "Of course not. It's just that I'm going into Shreveport tonight, that's all." He sprayed some body spray on his chest and pits.
Randi Sue relaxed. "Can I come?"
"Sure. I want to go to that vampire bar. You know where it's at?"
Randi Sue tensed up. "I may not know much, but I do know better than to associate myself with people of low moral character." She hissed into the phone.
Jason became confused, why was she yelling at him? "Oh, okay."
"I hope you enjoy spending eternity in hell! Asshole!" Randi Sue yelled into the phone before hanging up.
She fixed her breasts and marched away toward the bar.
Charlotte walked towards Lafayette and saw that he made her order from before. She put it onto her tray but stopped when she saw what he was doing.
He was putting a spoon over the stove fire.
Charlotte shook her head and laughed. "Hey Terry!" she called out to Terry.
Terry turned around to see Charlotte. "Hey kitty!" he patted her on the head like a small kitten and went back to what he was doing. He liked Kitty, she was a nice and pretty girl that was too big for this small town.
"Terry." Lafayette called out to the man, making him turn around again. "Will you run that to them crackers?" he pointed to the men that had bothered him before.
Terry just nodded. "Sure thing." He picked up the plate carefully.
"Thank you so much, baby."
Sookie walked over to Arlene, who was picking up her order of beers. "Don't you look nice tonight." She complimented her. "I love how you did your hair."
Arlene smiled. "Well, thank you." She spotted the scarf around Sookie's neck and gasped lightly. "Honey. That scarf is double cute."
Sookie couldn't stop smiling.
Arlene narrowed her eyes to the younger woman. "There's something different about you. You need to tell me what is goin' on. Is it a man?" she always did love the gossip.
"I'm not really comfortable discussing my personal business. Especially not here."
Arlene placed a hand on her hip. "Everyone else's personal life is open to you. I forgive you 'cause I know you can't help that, but it does make being your friend kinda lopsided." She saw Sookie's grin and realized where she had seen that grin before. "Please tell me it was Sam, and not that vampire."
Sookie nodded with a giant smile. "Yes, it was Bill." As quick as Arlene's smile came, it disappeared as Sookie continued. "And I think I might be in love with him. Don't tell anybody, okay?" Sookie grabbed her tray and moved to the order window when one of the three men that bothered Lafayette stood up and dropped his scolding hot spoon.
"Goddamn it! Fuck!" the man cursed.
Lafayette chuckled then cleared his throat. "Sook, order up."
Arlene rushed over to her boyfriend, Rene, who was watching the TV over the bar with Sam, who was working the bar. "Sookie has been with that vampire."
Rene brushed it off. "That's just bar talk."
"She told me so herself." Arlene gasped as she had a thought. "Oh my Lord. Suppose she gets pregnant. How in the world can she nurse a baby with fangs?"
Rene returned his eyes to the screen. "You just be her friend. She need one now more than ever."
Sam turned to Sookie as she passed by the bar to give the man his order.
"There you go. You're gonna love that okra special. It's so fresh, it'll hop right off your plate." Sookie turned around to see Sam. "Don't go anywhere. I need two Buds."
Sam ripped the scarf off of her neck and moved her head to see the bite marks as she fussed out of his grip.
"You keep your hands to yourself, Sam Merlotte. You have no right to touch me."
"You're a damn fool, you know that?" Sam yelled as he pointed at her.
Sookie glared at Sam. "What I do on my own time is no concern of yours." Sookie turned to face the entire restaurant. "Or any of y'all's." she turned back to Sam. "Yes, I had sex with Bill, and since every one of y'all's too chicken to ask, it was great. I enjoyed every second of it. And if you don't like that, you can just fire me!" Sookie took back the scarf and slammed the tray into Sam's chest before walking away.
Jason made his way toward the Fangtasia entrance where Pam stood. His hands were shaking and he felt twitchy.
Pam spotted him and smirked. "Your momma know you're out in the big city?" country boy smell was coming right off him.
"Well, my momma's dead."
"So am I. Let me see some ID." Jason went into his wallet and took out his ID, having it over to Pam. Pam had to hold back an annoyed groan as she saw the last name. "Jason Stackhouse from Bon Temps? You related to Sookie by any chance?"
Jason nodded. "Yeah. She's my sister."
"What about a Charlotte Griffin?"
Jason nodded again. "Yeah, she's my sister's friend. Why, how do you know them?"
"They stand out." She scanned Jason. "Do you?"
"Maybe. In other ways."
Pam gave him back his ID. "Why are you here?"
"Well, you know, I was… I heard it was cool." He thought quickly. "I wanted to check it out, see what's up. I'm one of those open-minded kind of guys."
Pam grabbed his eyesight and started to glamor him. "Tell me why you came here."
"I want some vampire blood." Jason licked his lips. "What time do you get off work?"
Pam scoffed. "You came for my blood?" she released him. "Yes, you're right. You're nothing like your sister." She dropped her fangs. "Go on in." Jason passed her when she added over her shoulder. "And good luck gettin' out."
Bartlett was throwing out the trash, and was weakly pushing the wheelchair up the ramp when a creak of pressure on wood made him stop.
He looked up to see a man there, Bill. "I don't keep cash in the house."
"I'm not here for money." Bartlett's grip on the wheels loosened as he noticed this man was a vampire and started to slowly roll down toward the bottom of the ramp, but Bill appeared behind him and stopped the wheelchair. "I'm here for Sookie."
Bill released his fangs and stabbed them into Bartlett's neck.
Eric scanned the floor, spotting more women with black hair popping up as the days went pass.
Seems like the women had noticed a pattern in the women that he was taking interest into these past few nights.
He would get over the smell of hair dye and strong perfume as he dived into the memory of lavender and vanilla.
Pam broke his train of thought as she came to his throne. "You're being very annoying these pass few nights."
Eric didn't answer her as he continued to watch the crowd, ignoring people that graveled at his feet.
Pam sighed, knowing what would get him out of this funk. "The brother of Stackhouse is here, and he knows Charlotte." That caught Eric's attention. She pointed to Jason's form that was looking around confused. "Over there." the walked away toward the door.
Eric rose from his throne and made his way to Jason. "Come." Was all he said to the man as he walked away toward his office.
Jason hurried after the tall Viking.
Eric shut the door as soon as Jason entered and turned to Jason, looking down at him. "Now, is it true you know a Charlotte Griffin?"
Jason tilted his head to side. "Uh, yeah. She's my sister's friend."
Eric started to glamor him as soon as those words came out of his mouth. "Now, you will tell all you know about Miss Charlotte Griffin."
"Sure." A glazed look went across Jason's face. "She's real pretty, got a bangin' body. Tried to hit on her but she just denied me." A snarl came across his face. "She's real open minded about you guys, huge turn off for me."
"And how is she with Bill Compton?"
"Oh she's real buddy-buddy with him, it's disgusting."
"I know what you mean." Eric mumbled. "Now, do you know where she happens to live?"
Jason shook his head without taking his eyes from Eric. "Nope, only Gran and Sookie really knew where she lives."
Eric sighed. His idiot was useless. "Fine. When you step out of this office, you will not remember our talk, or even our encounter." Eric looked away as Jason walked pass him.
"Why are you so hell bent on that human?" Pam stood at the door, hands on her hips.
Eric gave her a quick look. "What do you mean?"
Pam walked more into the office. "What I mean is that you've been sulking in the bar for days now, and I noticed a pattern in the girls you've been feeding on, so has others." Pam sighed. "Now, I know what can get you out of this depressingly annoying state." Pam crossed her arms and smirked. "But it'll cost you."
Eric raised his eyebrow. "What?"
"Your card. I saw some real cute pumps and a matching outfit that I want, and for that, I'll give you her number."
Eric piped up. "You have her number?"
Pam shrugged. "Of course. Saw it in Stackhouse's wallet when I ID'd them." Pam stuck out her hand for Eric's card.
Eric rolled his eyes and handed the card to Pam.
Pam wrote down the number on a piece of paper and handed it Eric. "Have fun." She walked up, tucking the card into her dress.
Eric look at the slip of paper with a grin.
Charlotte's phone started to vibrate, scaring her a bit since she wasn't expecting it.
She reached into her apron to take it out and looked at the screen. It was an unknown number.
Charlotte rushed over to Sam at the bar and asked if it was alright if she could take a call.
He agreed and told Sookie to take her tables until she returned.
Once outside, Charlotte answered her cell. "Hello?"
"Hello." The male on the other line purred.
Charlotte frowned. "Um, who is this?" the voice sounded so familiar…
"Why I'm hurt, don't you remember me? Humph." The man on the other line spoke sarcastically.
Charlotte's frown deepened. "I'm sorry, but I really don't remember who you are."
"It's me, Eric." The vampire from the bar.
A cold chill ran down her spine. "How did you get my number?" She asked him in a hard tone. She never gave him her number, she would've remembered.
Eric smirked. "Oh, I have many ways. Now, can you please come to my bar?"
"What? No! I'm working!" Charlotte scoffed. "Besides, I barely know you, hell I don't even know you!" she yelled into the phone.
Eric pouted. "Oh come on now, I miss you." His pout disappeared and a grin replaced it. "Besides, it was either this, or find you myself. Now which will it be, sweetheart?"
Charlotte hung up and angrily screamed at it, pretending it was Eric.
She marched inside. She needed to speak to Sam.
Eric waited on the phone, watching people in the bar as they went on with their lives.
Eric saw Pam at the door, openly flirting with a woman that was wearing very little leather.
He looked back at the phone, checking to see if she had answered back.
A small beep had announced to him that he had a new text message.
He opened it up and smirked at what it said: I hate you.
Wear something sexy.
A beep alerted another text.
Fuck off.
Sam saw the angry look on Charlotte's face as she walked toward him. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Charlotte sighed and brushed her curls back. "I'm so sorry for this, but do you think I could leave a bit early right now? I'm having a bit of a problem."
Sam frowned and motioned for them to talk in his office. "What's wrong?" he asked as soon as he closed the door.
"You remember the night Sookie and I went to Shreveport?" Sam nodded. "Well, it just so happens a vampire we met there found my number and wants to meet up."
Sam was wide eyed. "Are you sure that's safe?"
"Either I go to him, or he comes here Sam, and I know how bad it can get if he comes here."
Sam sighed. "I don't like this."
"I know, but I need to get him off my tail and leave me alone." Charlotte took off her apron and handed it to him. "I promise to make up the time."
Charlotte walked out, leaving Sam there holding her apron.
Eric waited for 20 minutes. 20 boring minutes filled with people taking pictures of himself, his establishment, other vampires, and of people, both male and female, throwing themselves at his feet for him to sink his fangs into them.
None of them called out to him like the Irish woman did though.
Pam smirked as she spotted Charlotte walking toward her. "Well, look who came back, my favorite Irish lass. I guess you couldn't stay away huh?"
Charlotte rolled her eyes. "I'm here to see Eric."
Pam chuckled. "Not like that you aren't." she motioned to her uniform. "Come with me."
Pam wrapped her arm around Charlotte's and dragged her to Eric's office. She was gonna have fun with this.
Eric was on his phone when a blonde female tourist, came up to him.
"Excuse me." Her timid voice annoyed him but he slowly looked up at her. "May I take a picture of you?"
Eric put his phone down at a little stand next to his throne and folded my hands in front of his face. For effect, he made his fangs come out. "You may."
As soon as she took the picture, Long Shadow was behind her, took her phone, and smashed it. "No pictures." He said slowly to her.
"He said I could take it." She replied pathetically, not understanding what was going on.
"I did not say you could keep it." Eric answered with a smirk and resumed to texting on his phone.
Long Shadow laughed at her and she ran away.
'Damnit what is taking so long?' Eric thought as he looked toward the office door.
"Why the hell are we in here Pam?" Charlotte was currently sitting as Pam was roaming around.
Pam stopped gathering things and looked at Charlotte. "Take off those clothes and shoes."
Charlotte gave Pam a look but did as she was told. She placed her clothes on the chair she was sitting on and her shoes next to it.
Charlotte turned around to find Pam looking at her with a smirk and some clothes in her hands.
"Nice." Pam handed the woman the clothes. "Here you go, change into this. I'll help you with the back."
Charlotte unfolded the cloth and saw it was a satin red corset dress with boning to waist, front hook & eye closure and front and back lace-up. It had shoulder and garter straps.
Charlotte sighed and put it on. Pam helped tighten the lacing in the back as best as she could so Charlotte could still breathe.
As Charlotte was looking in the mirror, she saw Pam leave her side, then come back with some sheer thigh high stockings and some black velvet round toe platform heels.
Charlotte finished putting everything together and looked in the mirror, it looked good! It would certainly help her blend here a bit. "Pam, I- what are you doing?"
Pam was now in front of Charlotte with some makeup, smirking. "Go sit down. I'm going to make this look perfect." She dragged Charlotte to the chair and put her head back as she did Charlotte's makeup.
After a couple minutes she stopped. "There, perfect! Go look in the mirror!"
Charlotte stood up and walked slowly to the mirror. She gasped.
Her eyes were had nude eye shadow with black eyeliner on her upper eyelid. Her cheeks had a soft amount of blush and red lipstick. "Wow Pam. This looks amazing! But why did you do this?"
Pam smirked. "Well, I am pretty amazing." A vibrating noise was heard from the desk. Pam went over and opened it. "Come on. Eric's impatient."
Pam walked to the door with Charlotte following behind, the music overpowering and the stares they got as they made their way toward the throne.
Charlotte stood in front of him and glared.
Eric smirked as the sight. "My, all this for me? You shouldn't have." he looked over her body. "Glad you did though."
Charlotte took a breath to calm herself down. "What do you want Eric?" she crossed her arms and popped her hip out, making Eric grin even more.
He pointed to a chair next to him. Charlotte sat down and he started to speak. "What? I can't invite you over 'cause I missed you?" Charlotte gave him a 'seriously, why?' face. "Alright, alright. I want to make a deal with you."
"For?" Charlotte crossed her legs and Eric's eyes quickly went over the skin that showed. Charlotte cleared her throat. "Mr. Northman."
Eric ripped his eyes away. "Oh, we're on last names huh? A little role-play?" he winked and Charlotte rolled her eyes, holding the urge to punch him. "Fine, I asked you to come to offer you a… job."
Charlotte lifted her eye brow at him. "I already have a job, Mr. Northman."
Eric waved it off. "Yes well, I'm offering you a better one, and the fact that I can mark you as mine instead of Bill's." he spat Bill's name.
Charlotte cleared her throat to get attention as his eyes started to venture toward her chest. "What makes you think I would accept this offer?"
Eric smirked at her. "Because, you'll have more money than you ever desired, my dear. That, and as you would be marked mine, there will be very good sex in the deal."
"Right." Charlotte stared at him. She stood up and smooth over the dress before walking down the step, and started to walk towards the door. "Nope, not interested." Charlotte made it to the door where she spotted Pam. "Goodbye Pam. I'll return the dress tomorrow when I come for my uniform."
Pam gave a small wave with a grin as Eric watched Charlotte leave in disbelief. Why hadn't she accepted the money? Everyone had a price, and money and sex were normally the things that made people agree.
Charlotte got into her car and drove all the way home, with her phone constantly ringing from the calls from Eric.
She grew angry and threw it in the back seat so she wouldn't have to deal with it.
It finally stopped ringing, thankfully.
Charlotte parked her car as soon as she reached her home.
Sookie grabbed the Dixie Draft and made her way toward the table with Royce and his boys, the same guys that upset Lafayette.
Royce's thoughts entered her mind as she placed the Draft on their table. 'What kind of stupid bitch would go and do something like that?' he glared at the holes in Sookie's neck.
"Something like what, Royce?" Sookie spoke up.
Royce put his glass down. "Fuck a vampire."
His friend snorted. "Fuck a vampire? Hell, no. I like my meat alive." They all laughed by everyone paused as 3 vampires entered the place.
It was Malcolm, Diane, and Liam.
Diane flashed to a booth where a young man was, scared. "Well, hey there, sugar." She purred.
Malcolm turned to Sam. "Get us three Tru-Bloods."
Sam glared at them. "Y'all need to go somewhere else. This is a family place. Locals only."
Malcolm grinned. "We just closed on a place up the road, so that makes us official citizens of Renard Parish. We're the new locals."
Sam stepped forward. "My place, my rules."
"Discrimination against vampires is punishable by law in the great State of Louisiana." Malcolm shrugged. "Personally, I don't give a fuck, but I am thirsty."
"You are not welcome here." Sam threatened.
Diane chuckled from her spot, caressing the young man's hair. "That shit only works in a private home."
Malcolm smiled and gave a dramatic gasp as soon as he spotted Sookie. "How nice to see you again, Sookie." Diane threw the young man to the side as Malcolm got closer. "You are looking delectable as always."
Sam looked between Malcolm and Sookie, who was glaring at Malcolm. "You know them?"
"We've met."
Malcolm noticed the holes in her neck. "Well, well. It looks like little Miss Holdout has given up the goods. Brava." Terry was slowly making his way around without anyone noticing. "Did he leave enough for the rest of us? If not we could always use your little exotic friend."
Sookie tensed up as her glare hardened. "We are his."
"Well, he is not here, is he?" Malcolm looked around. "And while Bill's away, Malcolm will always play." He released his fangs, making Sookie jump back.
Sookie gained her strength and pushed Malcolm back. "Don't you think for one second I'd ever have anything to do with you. I'm sure you were trash while you were alive, and now you're just dead trash."
Malcolm chuckled. "I'm gonna drain you so slowly, you're gonna beg me to kill you."
Terry chose this moment to attack. "Jihad this, motherfucker!" he charged at them but Diane threw him pass her toward the pool table area.
Sam took a pool cue from a mad and snapped it in half on his knee, making a stake.
Malcolm pointed at Sam. "You are a dead man."
"Maybe. But I'm gonna take one of y'all with me." Sam promised. He went to charge as Sookie called out his name.
Liam stopped him, threw the stake into the wall by Arlene, making her scream, and pinned Sam onto the bar counter. "I'm gonna reach down your throat and yank you inside out by your dick."
"Please leave him alone!" Sookie yelled.
Bill entered the restaurant. He had felt Sookie's fear and ran. "Stop this!" he called out. "Now!" he walked over to Malcolm. "You're here for me, not them."
Malcolm grinned. "We had to get your attention, and I do believe it worked."
"What do you want?" Bill growled.
Malcolm pouted. "You never called me back." He took the steps to stand in front of Bill. "Now, if I remembered what feelings were, mine might be hurt."
Diane flashed to him and caressed his cheek. "Join our nest, Bill. Forget these blood sacks." She threw a look of disgust toward the humans.
"Yeah. Mainstreamin's for pussies." Liam spat behind him.
"Let's party like we used to, huh?" Diane chuckled softly as she touched Bill's shoulders and chest. "We used to have so much fun."
Bill looked at Sookie, the fear in her eyes that his kind had caused, but not only to her, to all these people. They would be saver if he never saw them again… if he never saw her again… Sookie… "Alright. Let's go." Bill's sudden acceptance shocked the vampires and Sookie.
Sookie shook her head. "Bill, what are you doin'?"
"I should be with my own."
"But you're not like them. You're better than they'll ever be."
Bill took a step toward Sookie. "I am not human, Sookie. I am vampire." He nodded goodbye to her and they left. He gave one last look to Sookie before disappearing from her view.
"Well, that ain't right," Royce spoke up. "Them comin' in here like that."
"Ain't right them things even exist."
"Well, it is a full moon tonight."
There you go! Chapter 11!
We got to see Eric!
The ideas of this chapter goes to Singerdreamer42, I will say this again, she is amazing!