A/N:WARNING: For mature audiences only.
This story mentions witchcraft, self-harm in the act of witchcraft, mentions of depression, suicide, attempted suicide, lots of blood, and gore, and sex. And plenty of swearing.
More or less like the TV show, so please be careful and I will place warnings before each chapter to prevent triggering anyone.
I had a bad feeling, a very bad one. It settled in the pit of my stomach and twisted itself into large knots. Eventually, after much thought and guidance, I reached for the pendulum around my neck. It was a long crystal on a chain that I dangled over a map of the world, the tip swayed towards North America. Moving it closer, it shifted towards the state of Louisiana.
Louisiana? Really? I didn't remember anyone from Louisiana. I had been to America before for a holiday but I stayed in New York, I'd ever ventured further down than that. I kept thinking over it, did I know anyone from America in the southern states? Then I thought of everything I knew of those states: hot, sunny, religious, reveal of vampires, Vampires.
Vampires?
Shit, Pam!
Pam was the only one I knew from there, and I wouldn't have this feeling about just anyone.
Few months prior, Pam and I met and hit off with a bang. Pam was in New York for work and pleasure, I was there for fun and pleasure, and I sure as hell got it just as I gave it. It was three weeks of non-stop shopping, gossiping, clubbing and sex for us both. I made sure to have a Fangbanger brought to join us in a threesome, only when Pam got hungry. I didn't want to mar my perfect neck any more than the bruises Pam caused. But we brought bruises across each other's bodies just as we did the third person.
And now I had to catch a nine-hour and a bit flight to Fangtasia, Louisiana.
After that flight and a quick trip to a hair salon, I dressed as if nothing would oppose me. I walked with such confidence, it could only be described as sinful. A maroon bralette top covered my chest, crisscrossing strings over the cleavage and back. A sheer black blouse gave a sense of modesty, though it was opened and had rolled up sleeves.
Fangtasia was owned by vampires, and if I wanted to get in the club, I needed to dress the part. Sexy and confident was an easy facade but it could take some time to achieve, especially if I was tired.
Platform stilettos echoed against the ground, still louder than the Fangbangers, humans, and vampires loitering in the line. They waited to be allowed in, or turned away in the case of one angry human.
I walked straight up to the entrance, the vampire manning it stopped me. I sighed and stopped, shifting my weight to one leg. He glared at me, glancing down to my cleavage between each word.
"You're not allowed in unless you wait," He said, making me scowl.
"I'm not here for your bullshit," I said, crossing my arms. "I'm here for Pam."
He snorted and chuckled. "You'd be surprised how many of your lot come here, looking for her to bang."
"Fuck yourself, mate, cause no one else will." I jabbed a nail in his face and snarled. Everyone behind me gasped as his fangs dropped but it didn't phase me. "I didn't come here for your BS. Pamela, get your ass out here."
"Do I hear someone being sinful?" Pam's voice sang from the entrance. A thick corset accented her waist as a leather skirt was pulled over her hips, topped with a skimpy necklace and highest of heels. Her smile was wide and mischievous.
"Pam, great to see you!" I said, smiling widely as Pam came up to the entry of Fangtasia. "I see you got the new leather corsets they made, they're so comfortable. I've got one myself."
The vampire held a mischievous smile and a cheeky glint in her eyes.
"You got a new pair of shoes, I don't remember these last time I went through your closet," Pam grinned, noticing the black and silver shoes "It's been a few months."
"That it has, I've been busy. Work had me booked for a while, I quit because I got bored of it," I sighed and took out my phone, glaring at the male vampire. My phone case was clear, the British driver's licence was a sharp contrast to the black phone itself.
Pam led me into the nightclub, steering me past everyone and straight to the bar. Pam ordered a TruBlood, O-neg, and I ordered a Black Russian. Pam told the bartender, Ginger she called her, to look after 'this one' referring to me as Pam still had her job to do.
What kind of name was Ginger? Though I couldn't judge, my own name was strange, being called 'Sin' was not always a good thing. It sure as hell was interesting when I met someone Christian as most of them were devoted in this part of America. They crossed themselves and would say that they'd pray for my soul.
"I need to see an ID," The woman said, smiling at me. I simply flashed the driver's licence again. "A British gal, we don't see many of them around here."
"And you still haven't. I just lived there and can't be asked to change passports yet," I said as Ginger poured my drink. "I even grew up with the accent, yeah?"
"Isn't a Black Russian a bit strong for you, considerin' your age?"
I scoffed. "British drinking age is eighteen. I've been drinking stronger stuff than this for a few years, I'm used to this. Thanks for the drink. If Pam asks, I'm dancing."
"Sure thing…" Ginger seemed a bit out of it, perhaps she'd been Glamoured way too many times.
I patted the bar twice then left, heading for the middle of the club.
Most people were decent, some extremely less than others. One woman had no top, her nipples only covered by black tape and leather shorts. I could tell who was Human and who was Vampire by a single glance. Though the Humans wearing extreme bondage made it simpler to distinguish real from fake. The little shiver when I was near a Vampire was the best indication,
The nightclub sprung to life when I strutted to the dancefloor. The hued lights intensified, beams pouring down as I swayed to the music. It became louder, almost deafening.
One of the dancers took me gently by the hips, almost asking to dance. I leaned back onto his chest, batting my luscious lashes at his face. Human, but handsome enough. I slowly stepped away, joining two girls. They danced this way, swayed that way, all eyes were on us as I started to kiss one on the neck, slowly making it up to her jaw and then her cheek. I left before I finished the job.
Two perfectly manicured and cold hands found their way to my shoulders, her nails rivalled my long, grey claws. They worked their way down to my elbows, then transferred to my waist as I turned around to greet Pam with a kiss on the neck. I hooked my arms over Pam's shoulders, my necklace was warmer than Pam's skin.
Both were perfect.
"I've missed this over the last few months," Pam kissed my sharp jawline as I spoke, slowing at the pulse. "The intensity that can only be brought by a Vampire."
"Of course, we Vampire are perfect lovers,"
"Extremely true, but I am a close second," We both chuckled lowly. "As you know, I don't do second place."
Pam grumbled and removed her lips from my neck, to which I protested with a throaty hum. "Sorry sweet-cheeks, it seems you've been summoned."
"You bet my sweet-cheeks, I wore these shorts just in case I saw you," I smiled as we started to leave the middle. "But I'm going to get a drink before I finally meet this special Maker of yours. I've finished mine already."
"He won't be happy," Pam smiled lightly.
"Boo-hoo. I don't really care, this bitch needs a drink before she deals with the one that taught you," Ginger handed me another Black Russian with a smile. "Now, I am ready to meet the Maker."
He sat on the throne, leaning back slightly with his black shirt completely open and six-pack on show. Matching black trousers accented his pale skin and made him look Godly. Blue eyes stared into the crowd as blond hair framed his face.
Pam nudged me with a quick side-eye as we came closer, quieting me.
A sense of courage and calm sat in my stomach, injecting my bloodstream with adrenaline but it didn't cause my heart to beat any faster. It never raised over sixty beats per minute, a beat every second sent the adrenaline to my brain and to every part of my body. I nursed the drink once more before we stopped in front of the Sheriff of Area 5.
"You interrupted us," I pouted, holding the glass close to my collarbone as the other arm hugged my waist. "But anyway, good evening."
"Well, aren't you sweet. I see Pam has chosen well, a British girl," He hummed lightly and tilted his head. He raised an eyebrow when I scoffed.
"I'm not British, I'm European.." I took another sip and saw Pam looking on in interest and amusement. "I've been raised in the UK."
"When you mention it, I can hear the twinge of Estonian, is it?" He asked and dismissed Pam with a hand. I shook my head, my hair cascaded down my left shoulder and so I had to flick it back.
"I see. Well, it doesn't matter to me," He waved to the seat next to him and then looked into my eyes. "Sit."
A strong pulse battled against the back of my eyes, making them throb painfully. I looked to the side and closed my eyes until it went away. "Please, don't try that again. It doesn't work and it really hurts my eyes. But I'll do as you ask."
I sat down, one leg over the other and crossed my arms with a glass in hand. I watched the crowd watch me, they looked on in disbelief and admiration. I looked on in disgust disguised as a sassy Resting Bitch Face.
"How did you come to meet Pam?" He asked. "She isn't one for liking humans long-term."
"Nor am I but we work with what we got," I paused on purpose, looking down into my glass as I swirled the content around. I was curious; was he aggressive or passive to disobedience? Hopefully aggressive, they were always more fun that way.
"Answer my question."
I concluded that he was both, much like Pam.
Several members of the crowd gathered their courage and decided to approach us. I glared harshly at them, pursing my lips in disgust made them regret their decision. He watched this in amusement and slight surprise.
"You expect me to tell you about myself without us knowing each other's names?" I finished my drink and placed it on his throne's arm, marking my territory and dominance level. He swiftly removed it and gave it to a nearby human, shooing them away.
"I am Eric Northman, owner of Fangtasia…."
"And sheriff of Area 5, I know, and Childe of Godric, and Pam's Maker," I smiled. "I like to know who's in charge of where I am."
When I placed my hand on the arm of his throne after that comment, Eric grabbed me by the wrist. His grip was painful and tight as he pulled me closer, our faces inches away. He almost snarled into my face with fangs out. I chuckled and grinned in amusement as he did so, forcing not a single trace of fear to show in my face.
"See?" I grinned, tilting my head. "You lot can be right predictable at times."
He dragged me to his office with great speed, I didn't even know we moved until the harsh bright lights made me wince. He shoved me into the room, making me falter in my heels as I steadied myself.
"How do you know?" He growled after slamming the door. "How the fuck do you know about that? Answer me!"
I huffed, pulling my tangled hair from my face and frowned at the state of it. I looked around and saw a mirror, I quickly fixed it and smiled. Eric glared harshly, coming swiftly over and grabbing my wrist again then twisting it backwards slightly. He tightened his grip, digging his nails in more when I refused to answer. He wanted to emphasise his point and dominance, he wouldn't be undermined.
His nails sliced into my wrist, small crescents of crimson dripped down when he released my hand. His fangs dropped and his eyes darkened, I ripped my hand away from him. He stepped away instantly.
"It isn't hard to find information! Pam already told me about you and your Maker, after I asked what a Maker actually is, she used you, your Maker and herself as examples," I held my injured wrist, nursing it to my chest. "Now look what you have done, I'm bleeding in a club full of Vampires. Just a great end to my night."
I didn't know if they could smell it. I dreaded the thought.
He walked to his desk. "Let me bandage it for you."
He didn't realise that I did actually see the subtle gesture. He brought his hand to his lips, licking the small amount of blood off of his fingers and nails. He slowed in that small second, savoured the taste and then returned with his perfect grace. Eric pulled out a First-Aid kit from his drawer.
"Why would I let you do that? You're a Vampire," I shrunk away slightly as Eric came closer.
"Because if you leave with that, Pam will be upset with me. She is enough of a pain in the ass already," He raised his eyebrows, almost like he was tired of the thought already.
I chuckled and relaxed. "I know, I sure as hell know. Have at it, I just prefer no fangs."
He walked over quickly, grabbing my arm and lifted it to his face. "Are you sure?"
"You have one chance, bud. Now or never," I lifted up my bare and bleeding wrist to his mouth. "I rather not have the whole Vampire population in here. Making it seem like you had interest in my blood would cause those outside to leave me alone. Hurry up and choose, just no fangs."
His tongue was cool yet warm against my wrist. The most damage was mostly on the inner side, closer to the veins that pumped my blood through. It was a bloodied mess but as he cleaned, it all disappeared but left the nail marks which he covered with a bandage.
"Thanks," I muttered to him and then myself, fiddling with the bandage until it tightened some more. "I came here to visit Pam and that is it, and I get attacked by her Maker. Just great."
"Why are you visiting her?" He asked. "Are you looking for another good time?"
"No," I fiddled with the bandage. "I had a gut feeling about something bad happening, I couldn't ignore it. And my first thought was Pam, but she's fine so I have no clue anymore."
"What do you mean by 'gut instinct'?" He raised an eyebrow slightly.
I paused to connect my thoughts together in a decent order. "As a Child, your first instinct would be to always protect your Maker and obey them. I call it 'blood instinct' since that is what connects you. Something in me, in my cells and my perception of the world, told me that something very bad would happen and I would need to help."
"But why did you think that my Child was in danger?"
"My pendulum," I clutched the snowflake obsidian crystal on my necklace. "I asked where I was needed and it brought me here to Shreveport, Louisiana. She's the only one I know who lives here, so she was my first thought."
"I appreciate that you have shown care for my Child, but it is unneeded," Eric said with a gracious nod. "Not many Humans care for us unless it is to satisfy their own desires."
"I could say the same," I retorted quickly. "But that would be the pot calling the kettle black. Both our species just want to survive at the end of the day, or night for you."
After a few more minutes of talking, he escorted me out of his office and went back to his throne. I made my way to the bar quickly, dodging people as they danced. I wanted a few more drinks before the end of the night.
Pam came over eventually, leading me to the best booth in the club which, to no one's surprise, was always empty. I assumed it was common knowledge that no one was allowed to sit there. We talked about trivial things.
"Remember Mike, the tall guy we shared? I dated him for a couple of months, alright fuck but he was too clingy," I said, taking a sip. "He just needed to know where I was and what I was doing and who I was with and for how long. God! I almost smashed his fucking head in one night."
Pam chuckled, her smile small and sincere. "What did he do?"
"Well, a guy spilt vodka down my dress so I decided to come back to Mike's place after a night of clubbing. I knocked, came in and realised Mike also had been drinking, a lot more than me," I ground my teeth for a moment and spat the words out. "He had a right go at me, whore this, bitch that, you slut. I was offended but I wasn't angry, until he tried to kiss me. I stopped him but then he decided to grab the back of my neck, and-and…"
"You lashed out," Pam leaned forward a bit. "Did you permanently damage him or what?"
"I threw him into the couch, somehow knocking him unconscious." I smiled softly. "You know how I am about my upper back. I warned him several times but he didn't listen."
She snorted and smirked. "Good. He didn't taste very nice anyway."
I finally realised that the bar was beginning to close, I finished my drink and said my farewells. Pam made me promise to come tomorrow night, as Fangtasia wouldn't be open. I nodded my acceptance and smiled.
My smile had dropped and my face rested in a bitchy way, eyes hardened. Most of the humans in the bar could almost feel this, my annoyance with myself, and thus moved out of the way completely. But one of them didn't get the message, wrapping his arm around my waist and halting my movements.
He smirked. "Smile, sweetheart. You'll look better then, but you look good already."
I took a breath in and forced my lips in a smile instead of a snarl. He smiled wider but it faltered as my hand slithered to his hair. I jabbed his head down, digging my nails into his scalp. Hooking an ankle behind his closest knee, he dropped to his knees before me as I leaned closer.
"Fuck off, sweetheart. You'll survive better that way. Don't fucking touch me," My breath tickled his ear. I made his body drop, stepping on his calf to emphasise my point. I've had enough of men for one night.
Getting through the door of the motel, my legs almost gave out. A sudden tremble came over my entire body but I recovered long enough to get to the clean bed. I groaned as I collapsed against the bed, still in my clothes but those soon met the floor. Trembling under the covers, I struggled for warmth.
I hated meeting old vampires, as it caused some discomfort, but he was old, older than most of the vampires I had ever met. I didn't trust him, my shields would stay up no matter what with him. I didn't need to be controlled again, not by anyone or thing.
I found it difficult to cultivate the will to fall asleep but when I did, I slept until the afternoon. Waking up to my stomach growling at me to eat something, anything!