A week. That's how long Lyra had been stuck in this dimension. She hated it, there were more vampires here than when her family resided over New Orleans. Their ability to mainstream had Lyra always looking over her shoulder, she was the minority here and was not looking to get exposed.

Gloria had offered Lyra a room above the bar in the small apartment that was currently vacant. She couldn't stay much longer, she knew that, Gloria only had so much kindness to go around. Spending her nights at the bar helping where she could was getting old too, she was a thousand years old for God's. The only reason she stuck around is the familiarity, to be honest she was surprised that Gloria had adjusted so well here. Grasping that she was in a different dimension was already hard enough, leaving the only person familiar to her was not a priority. She was thankful for what the old witch had done for her, not many would willingly help an Original, even if they were friendly back in the day.

"Lyra." Gloria says coming up behind the brunette leaning on the bar.

"Yeah?" She says turning from watching the band. Tonight's entertainment was a country band, one that was popular enough to draw a pretty large crowd and Lyra's attention.

"You wanna take over for me here? I need to run out and get more whiskey, these damn cowboys can't seem to get enough and I'm not losing a sale."

"Of course. Don't be gone long though, I won't be able to resist myself if they play honky tonk badonkadonk again." She smiles as she moves behind the bar to replace Gloria.

"Oh honey, let me know if they do so I don't have listen to it."

The old witch makes her way out of the bar and before Lyra knows it she's knee deep in people wanting drinks. I am way too old for this shit. Maybe I should take advantage of this opportunity and travel like I wanted. This world can't be that different, can it?

"Helloooo, I'm waiting on a drink here, I don't have all night." A man in a cowboy hat says and whistles to get her attention. I am going to kill someone tonight, and I'm going to fucking enjoy every second of it. Lyra was on her last straw with these damn cowboys, they were supposed to have great manners but Lyra was starting to believe that those old western films she used to watch were a great exaggeration on how they actually were.

It was now an hour later and Gloria was still not back, and Lyra was going to eviscerate the next person who whistled at her like a dog. Breathe, Lyra. You can't expose yourself. In and out.

She turns to the asshole cowboy standing at the side of the bar. "What can I get you, sir?" She says with fake pleasantness.

"Tru Blood, B Negative." Lyra isn't shocked that the asshole is a vampire, she's come to learn that many of them are. They see humans as inferior, simply walking, talking meals. Despite what some of her siblings think, Lyra has never found humans as just blood bags. She and her siblings were human once, all vampires were, and to fail to acknowledge that meant that your humanity was gone. Lyra never wanted her humanity gone, ever again, it caused her to lose focus on what is really important.

She takes the bottle out of the microwave, hands it to the vampire cowboy, and takes his money then turns away to help the next patron.

"What the hell is this shit?" He exclaims, spitting the blood all over the bar. "This is not A Positive! I ordered A Positive. I want my money back." The vampire's loud tone had caught the attention of the whole bar and some that were watching the band. I am going to kill this asshole faster than he can say Tru Blood in his fake accent.

"Did you hear me? Or did your little human ears miss that?"

Lyra turns toward him, with a cold look on her face. "Sir, you ordered B Negative and that is what you received. If you want A positive, then you will have to pay for it. Did your hairy vampire ears hear that?" He fumes, leans forward about to compel her or maybe kill her, but looks back over to the crowd watching the scene and thinks twice about it.

"You better watch your back, barmaid." No, Vampire. You better watch your back cuz if I ever see you again I'm going to rip out your ribcage and wear it as a hat.

"Have a nice night, sir." He turns away, and the crowd parts to let him through, no one wanted to get in the way of an angry vampire.

"Ma'am, down here! I need a refill!" Another wannabe cowboy whistles from the end of the bar. That's it, I'm done.

She walks over the man and makes eye contact, "Listen to me closely," she compels, "You are never going to whistle at another human being, do you understand me?" He shakes his head slowly. "Good, and you are going to treat every woman you meet with the utmost respect and admiration, yeah?" Once again, he nods. "Now get out of my bar." Lyra releases the hold she has and he blinks before turning to leave.

"It's my bar, and you're gonna make me lose business doing that." She turns to find Gloria has returned with a case full of whiskey.

"Sorry, but if one more person whistled at me I was gonna do something that would make you lose more than one customer." She smiles and takes the case from her old friend.

"You do have pretty good restraint for being a Mikaelson. I'll give you that, but no more compelling them to leave. Maybe put it in their heads to tip better or to buy more expensive drinks, something where I'm making money."

"Whatever you want, boss."

"That's what I like to hear."

Hope you enjoyed this new segment of LM! Can you guess who the asshole ranchero vampire is? No? Maybe you'll find out next chapter...